aku la...

Dusun oh Dusun...

2011-07-01T02:28:00.000-07:00

Datuk: napa ko x cakap Dusun sama anak ko? napa ko cakap Malaya?
Bapa: dorang lahir ja mimang tau sudah cakap Dusun, jadi ajar la bahasa yang dorang tiatau..

conversation di atas adalah kisah benar, berlaku di depan mata sia, dan ianya adalah saudara. Memang menyedihkan bila masih ada urang yang berpikiran macam c bapa ni. Bahasa ikut lahir sama anak. Kalo anak lahir dari mama Dusun, automatik dia pandai cakap dusun... inilah bangsaku...

sia sama adik bongsu sia pun dibiasakan dengan Bahasa Melayu semenjak kecil atas alasan yang sama. tapi, semakin dewasa, makin jelas kami langsung tia paham or tia pandai pun cakap bahasa ibunda. selepas masuk sekolah rendah dan seringkali bingung akibat tiatau berkomunikasi dengan rakan sekelas. maka kami pun belajar... hasilnya sekarang kami makin fasih dan petah berbahasa Dusun.

tapi apa yang ingin saya tekankan di sini lah, berbanggalah dengan bahasa kita, janganlah mengagungkan bahasa lain. jangan sampai jadi macam 1 kawan sia... bangga dia dapat menguasai bahasa asing, tapi sepatah haram pun tia paham bahasa dusun.. bulikah kita bangga dengan urang macam ni?

'ko sengaja kasi malu sia kan?'

2011-01-05T01:14:00.000-08:00

cuti sekolah habis sudah, tapi tia terasa sebab sia lagi banyak kerja dari cuti. balik kg tia pun sampai seminggu. pas tu celebrate Christmas and new year di hospital.
tapi ada satu kejadian yang buat sia terpegun masa cuti.

macam biasa kalo time cuti, inilah masa sia berjumpa dengan kawan-kawan lama, saudara-saudari jauh dan dekat... jadi masa ni lah terjadinya peristiwa ini...

jeng jeng jeng.... kebetulan sia jalan-jalan di pekan Menggatal, sia terjumpa dengan satu kawan lama yang sudah lama tia jumpa. dia pula sudah lama kahwin, dan ada anak besar sudah, dalam 6-7 tahun kali tu. masa sia terjumpa dia ni, anak-anak dia ikut dia, 2 anak lelaki yang lebih kurang besar la... jadi sia pun tegurlah anak dia (lepas betegur apa sama kawan sia ni)... "isai ngaran nu? poinsikul ko no?"... turus berubah muka kawan sia, tu budak diam ja tia menjawab. kawan sia pun cakap, "mentang-mentangla sia tingkatan 3 pun tia habis, ko sampai universiti, ko cakap Dusun sama anak sia"...
sia punyalah tekejut, "salah ka sia cakap dusun sama anak ko, ko dusun tulen juga kan? sia cakap dusun sama anak sia bah.. sia tia cakap bahasa lain." pas tu dia bilang " dia anak dusun, tia payah ajar pun misti dia pandai. kalo bahasa lain, misti kana ajar baru pandai cakap, baru buli pass exam, baru ada standard. bahasa Dusun bahasa kampung bah..."
sia pun minta maaf sambil sambung "sia pun dibesarkan dengan bahasa dusun bah, dalam keluarga kami semua cakap dusun, tia penting tu standard tu, yang penting urang hormat kita sebab kita masi sedar siapa diri kita, bangsa kita n paling penting masi tau pakai bahasa kita tanpa perlu pinjam bahasa urang lain"...

dia diam n terus jalan. sia masi terkejut sampai sekarang bila ada urang bangsa sendiri yang malu cakap bahasa sendiri. tapi kalo dorang kawin campur dengan bangsa lain, dorang akan ajar anak dorang bahasa yang satu, tapi bukan bahasa sendiri.. haih..

sia ada ramai kawan etnik asli sarawak yang bangga dengan bahasa mereka, lahir di Kuala Lumpur, membesar di Kuala Lumpur, jarang - jarang balik kg, tapi bahasa ibunda tetap lancar dan mereka tidak akan bercakap bahasa lain bila berjumpa dengan rakan sebangsa mereka.

tapi kalo urang Kadazandusun dari Sabah, siap cakap slang semenanjung lagi kunun walaupun 2-2 datang dari kampung di ulu - ulu. sia yang malu bila rakan India sia tanya ' korang takde bahasa sendiri ke? suma cakap malay ja'...

kita merdeka pada 31 Ogos 1963... tapi kita terus ikut bahasa penjajah sampai sekarang... C Arrico Jumith pakai baju sabah masa jadi juara di komanwell punya bising tu urang2 sebab tida melambangkan malaysia kunun.. tapi pasukan bolasepak malaysia masi guna harimau malaya, tia pula dorang rasa bukan malaysia...

i'm on diet!

2010-10-05T19:57:00.000-07:00

Setiap kali sia pigi makan di kedai atau di restoran, sia suka tengok gelagat urang lain yang makan di sekeliling juga. Breakfast, lunch atau makan free (masa ada jamuan atau rumah terbuka), gaya makan kebanyakan urang kita sama ja. Ambik makanan kalo buli sebanyak yang mungkin, selagi buli muat tu piring, selagi tu kena isi makanan. tapi bila makan, banyak lagi yang dibuang dalam besen atau tong sampah dari yang kena masuk perut. bila kena tanya ' aik, napa tia habis?' 80% dari dorang pasti akan jawab ' i'm on diet'. Kalo tengah kasi kurus badan, buat apa ambik banyak-banyak kan? membazir ja.

Dari kecil, keluarga sia dibesarkan dengan 1 peraturan yang paling penting ketika makan. bila makan, jangan biar banyak lebihan. kalo buli kasi habis semua, nanti basi tu makanan, sayang ja. jadi, masak cukup-cukup, dan makan habis. Kalo tia habis, bapa sia akan cakap,'ko punya makanan harga dia rm5, tapi ko makan rm2 ja. yang lain ko kasi sayang. ko ingat senang ka cari duit bikin bili tu makanan'... walaupun nasi datang dari sawah kami sendiri, ikan dari sungai atau ayam dari kandang, maupun sayur dari kebun mama, yang tia payah di beli, makan tetap habis.

tapi bila sudah besar, ada keluarga sendiri, kami masih lagi buat perkara yang sama. jan ambik makanan lebih kalo tia dapat kasi habis. ambil yang ngam2. itu jugalah yang kami ajar sama anak2 kami, jan boros ketika makan.

kadang-kadang rasa hairan juga bila ada juga urang yang sanggup buang banyak makanan sedangkan ramai urang yang kebuluran di dunia ni. napa dorang tia pandai appreciate makanan ah? mungkin dorang tia pernah rasa kesusahan tiada makanan? atau sudah menjadi hobi dorang untuk buang makanan lebihan sebab telampau banyak makanan. atau kita terlampau mewah dengan makanan sampai terlupa nikmat berlapar...

Jadi, cuba lihat sekeliling ketika makan, ramai yang ambik timbunan makanan untuk dibuang, bukannya untuk dimakan.. alasan diorang on diet... jadi pikirlah sendiri, jangan ikut nafsu, tapi ikut kesesuaian.. kalo tia suka sama tu makanan, jangan ambil banyak, cukuplah dengan apa yang buli masuk dalam mulut...

'makan sebelum lapar, berhenti sebelum kenyang' tapi jangan sampai telampau banyak makanan yang terpaksa dibuang. jadi, masak la berpatutan...

beginikah cara degree holder berpakaian?

2010-10-04T16:44:00.000-07:00

Kes 1

Abang saya simple. Apalagi kalau cara berpakaian. Kalau sekadar di Pekan Menggatal ja, mimang dia pakai yang simple ja. Khakis , T-shirt dan sandal ja. Jadi, satu hari dia baru turun dari ambik bapa mama di kampung. Bila turun misti bawa buah-buahan atau barangan kampung untuk dijual, sayur kampung, sayur hutan, umbut nipah. Dengan baju T-shirt, seluar khakis, dan sandal, dia pun lepak-lepak di pekan sambil tunggu mama sia berjualan. Sedang dia duduk-duduk di bangku panjang, datang satu urang kawan sekampung, tapi muda beberapa tahun dari abang sia lah.. perkara pertama yang keluar dari mulut dia.. ' beginikah cara urang ada degree berpakaian?' abang sia pun terkejut, tapi dengan selamba dia jawab ' sia dari kampung bah ni, baru angkat wakid dan barait, takkan sia mo pakai kot?' ni urang pun jalan sambil senyum sinis....

kes 2

sia bejalan-jalan di pekan menggatal, hari minggu, baru lepas hantar mama bapa sia pigi pekan. sia pun pakai t-shirt, khakis, dan selipur jipun. terjumpa urang yang sama, dan dia pun tegur perkara yang sama. 'begini cara ko berpakaian, tia ngam oh sama urang ada degree..' sia pun apalagi, sudah mimang mulut jahat tia bertapis, dengan selambanya menjawab ' sebab ada degree la sia pakai macam ni, cuba kalo sia ada sijil ja macam ko, misti sia pakai kemeja, seluar slack dan pakai spek hitam di pekan menggatal walaupun mo hujan sudah macam ko walaupun sia baru ja angkat barang dari kampung.' dia tediam sia pun terus cakap lagi ' kilat wo kasut ko kan? wah, kalo baru ada sijil sudah pakai kasut kulit hari-hari, apa lagi kalo sudah ada degree kan?' dengan muka dia merah...dia jalan .. tia lama lepas tu dia pun pakai lebih kurang macam kami. tapi baju mesti tucked in, dan berkasut sukan walaupun dia pakai seluar pindik...

tia semestinya kita ada degree kita misti pakai smart setiap masa. tinguk tempat dan keadaan la juga kan? pigi kerja kenalah pakai yang smart kan, tapi kalo sekadar pigi peka menggatal ja, tia perlulah smart. apalagi kalo baru sampai dari kampung. jalan berdebu, angkat barang jualan lagi.. agak-agakla kan? berfesyen biar bertempat kan? kita ada otak dan fikiran, perlu tau mo buat apa ikut tempat dan berpakaian kan? tapi, janganlah paksa urang ikut apa yang kita biasa buat kan? masing-masing ada cara mah...

kawan sia pernah cakap 'it's easier to believe what you believe than to believe what you not believe, selalunya lah'....

2010-09-26T22:28:00.000-07:00

FOOTPRINTS IN THE PADDY FIELDS is both a family portrait and a childhood memoir, set against the vanished world of bamboo huts on spindly timber stilts, a world where one’s prized possessions were makeshift farm tools and a buffalo or two, and where the dead were placed in stone burial jars. Those were the days when removing human heads from their owners’ shoulders was a form of sport, and the only mode of transport was one’s two good legs.

The author takes you on a fascinating journey into a world seldom seen, to see how the Dusuns in Sabah on the island of Borneo lived at a time when wealth was measured by the amount of rice a farmer harvested and a hardworking sumandak made a more alluring bride than her pretty sister.

Written to preserve some of the old Dusun beliefs and customs, this engaging memoir is a delightful reminiscence of what it was like to be a child growing up in the 1960s when Sabah was still known as British North Borneo.

TINA KISIL was a loner in a brood of 12. A misfit and a misunderstood child, her shyness often misconstrued as arrogance, she began observing people at a tender age and took refuge in the world of books. Forced to quit school at 18 to help support her younger siblings through school, she was told by her mother to choose: be a nurse or a teacher. Since blood makes her faint, she chose the latter. After earning her teacher’s diploma, she dedicated the best 35 years of her life to her students. She now lives a quiet life in Kota Kinabalu, Sabah, where she catches up on her reading and tries to charm her backyard into a garden. She still seeks refuge in the world of books. Footprints in the Paddy Fields is her first book.

source: http://goodbooksguide.blogspot.com/2008/11/tina-kisil-footprints-in-padi-fields.html

It's been a year since my last visit to Harris Bookstore at 1B. But, I was so lucky to have time to enter that bookstore yesterday. After making trip to please my wife desire to shop at various shops there, finally i have my chance to shop something that i like the most, book. i'm not looking for story books or fictions based story or some romance novel... my destination - current affair an bibliography rows. after handing over the duty of 'melayan' my son to my wife, i made my way.

And, i found this book, the title and the cover was so unique. FOOTPRINTS IN THE PADDY FIELDS... the book is wonderfully written.

so apa lagi, pigi kedai, bili satu, sia gerenti, buku ni lebih bernilai dari harganya....

nice person wont live long...

2010-08-11T21:43:00.000-07:00

What Dr Karen Woo, Malcolm X, Johan Heyns, Martin Luther King Jr., Ehsan Ilahi Zahir, Óscar Romero, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, Kim Jwa-jin, and Margaret Hassan have in common? They dedicated their life helping people in need, but their life ended by extremists...

the list is not short as it looks. there are thousands more people who work in the name of charity, humanitarian being killed for doing their innocent job. all the killings being done in the name of 'god' kunun. Islam, Christian, Hindu have their own extremists who cannot accept other belief. but, they fail to understand that the root of all teaching is about loving one another, instead of kiling one another.

but, what i dont understand is why they must kill they person who help other people, their own people? Why do they spared those who are corrupted, rapists, murderers, thieves life? where are the superheroes gone?

a wise man once told me this, nice person won't live long... only bad person have long life, but miserable one...

http://www.whatsonxiamen.com/news13858.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Margaret_Hassan
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malcolm_X
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Luther_King,_Jr.

haaaaaaaaaa....

2010-07-14T02:04:00.000-07:00

well, 3 bulan sudah sia tia memblog. telampau busy bogia ni... banyak kerja dan sibuk jaga anak.. wakakak..

saya ada 1 urang adik, umur dia 28 tahun sudah. kerja tetap, ada sudah sikit harta tapi masih bujang. kami sangat rapat pasal jarak sia sama kakak sia jauh bah... 4 tahun. tapi napa sia bercerita pasal dia pula...?

hah, ini adalah sesuatu yang selalu berlaku di sekeliling kita. saya datang dari keluarga yang besar, dan sia anak ke-2 bongsu dan adik sia adalah yang paling bungsu. jadi, walaupun umur kami sudah banyak... tapi bagi adik beradik kami, kami 2 urang masih lagi dorang punya little baby. sia pun masi lagi anggap adik sia yang 28 tahun tu macam budak kicik... mungkin urang tia perasan, tapi dorang akan layan adik bongsu dorang macam budak kicik walaupun dia sudah besar.. kecuali lah dia sudah kawin(kalilah kan?).

kalo ada yang mo disuruh, kompom adik sia yang kana. napa? dia bujang dan masi yang bungsu.. jadi misti dingar cakap urang yang lebih tua. dia pun main ikut lah juga sebab dia masi budak kicik kami anggap... hehehe..

tapi, kehidupan mimang macam tu, tidak kiralah family ka, agama ka, politik ka, sukan ka... asal yang terakhir 'masuk korum' akan terus dianggap junior walaupun sudah berjaya... macam juga kalo di tempat kerja kan? walaupun si x ni sudah 8 tahun kerja di jabatan Y, tapi memandangkan dia baru masuk jabatan Z, dia tetap jadi junior... dan biasanya pandangan urang-urang juniornya tia pun kana peduli.. kalo dia bercakap pun, ada suara sumbang di belakang berbisik - dia apa tau wo, baru masuk, mo tunjuk eksyen kunun, kami yang sudah lama ni pun diam2...- , dan dia masih buli disuruh-suruh oleh urang yang baru 5 tahun kerja... sebab, sia dulu masuk ni jabatan tau, jadi sia ialah senior ko..

biasanya perkara ni kita bukan perasan kan? sudah lumrah manusia, yang senior minta dihormati, junior pula diminta menghormati.. dan junior pula ditentukan oleh faktor berapa lama sudah ko berada dalam komuniti ini.. bukannya berapa lama sudah ko tau ni benda.. jadi, kasi ingat diri sendiri selalu, buat sama urang apa yang ko mo urang buat sama ko... jan ko tunggu urang lain stat. kalo ko mo urang buat baik sama ko, ko buat baik sama dorang pula.. jan guna ungkapan ' dia tia pernah buat baik sama sia'... kalo bukan kita sendiri yang stat, dia tidak akan jadi juga tu...

anger is a misdirected passion - ray barone

lyric...

2010-04-29T00:35:00.000-07:00

Sittin' on a bench at West Town Mall
He sat down in his overalls and asked me
''You waitin' on a woman?''
I nodded yeah and said, ''How 'bout you?''
He said, ''Son since nineteen fifty-two I've been
Waitin' on a woman.''

When I picked her up for our first date
I told her I'd be there at eight
And she came down the stairs at eight-thirty
She said, ''I'm sorry that I took so long
Didn't like a thing that I tried on.''
But let me tell you son she sure looked pretty
Yeah, she'll take her time but I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman.

He said, ''The wedding took a year to plan
You talk about an anxious man, I was nervous
Waitin' on a woman.''
And then he nudged my arm like old men do
And said, ''I'll say this about the honeymoon, it was worth it
Waitin' on a woman.''

And I don't guess we've been anywhere
She hasn't made us late I swear
Sometimes she does it just 'cause she can do it
Boy it's just a fact of life
It'll be the same with your young wife
Might as well go on and get used to it
She'll take her time 'cause you don't mind
Waitin' on a woman.

I've read somewhere statistics show
The man's always the first to go
And that makes sense 'cause I know she won't be ready
So when it finally comes my time
And I get to the other side
I'll find myself a bench, if they've got any
I hope she takes her time, 'cause I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman.

Honey, take your time, cause I don't mind
Waitin' on a woman...

my piece of mind..

2010-04-29T00:29:00.000-07:00

bila sia terbaca pasal ada satu YB tu bagi cadangan supaya kaum Cina tidak perlu dibantu sebab tia undi BN, perkara pertama yang masuk dalam kepala sia ialah... Ada juga urang yang macam ni sekarang. dia tia sedarkah selama ini kita hidup dalam satu negara yang bebas. undi adalah rahsia bah, dan itu hak kita.

kalo kita tia undi sesuatu parti tu, adilkah kalo kita kena denda... kita sepatutnya bebas buat pilihan. negara kita mengamalkan demokrasi berpelembagaan, bukannya demokrasi terpimpin. ko mo duit, ko undi kami, kalo kami menang, kami bagi ko duit, kalo kami kalah, jangankan duit, muka ko, keluarga ko, kaum ko pun kami tia mo tinguk - begini kali kan pemimpin sekarang.

tapi, makin macam budak-budaklah tu pemimpin sia nampak. cepat sangat melatah dan merajuk. itulah kali kalo ramai sangat pengampu di bawah kan? mdorang mo dorang ja yang kana ikut cakap, inda mo sudah dorang mendengar cakap yang di bawah ni.

jangan balas jahat dengan jahat. itu adalah ajaran yang sia kena bagi. buat apa yang kita mo urang lain buat sama kita. buat baik sama urang lain adalah tanggunjawab kita sebagai manusia di dunia ni, tapi jangan mengharap pembalasan semasa di dunia, tapi di akhirat nanti mimang ada sudah upah yang tersembunyi.

ada satu cerita. di Papua New Guinea masi lagi ada kaum kanibal yang makan urang sekitar tahun 40-an. jadi Bishop Papua New Guinea pun hantar satu urang paderi pigi 1 kampung kanibal ni dengan harapan kaum kanibal ni buli kasi tinggal tradisi makan daging urang dan masuk Kristian.

dijadikan cerita, tia sampai satu minggu, c paderi ni kana makan oleh urang kampung ni. Bishop sangat sedih, dia pun memutuskan untuk tia mo hantar lagi paderi, sebab takut kana makan lagi. tapi, ada satu paderi yang baru kena tahbis minta sama bishop supaya dia dihantar pg ni kampung. Bishop dengan berat hati, bagi blessing la juga.

satu minggu, satu bulan tiada berita ni paderi kana makan, tiap2 minggu ni bishop dapat surat. masuk bulan ke-5, ni Bishop dapat surat dari ni paderi suru datang pigi kasi baptis semua urang di kampung tu. Bishop hepi, tapi hairan apa yang ni paderi sudah buat sama tu urang kampung.

sampai di kampung tu, selepas acara pembaptisan, c Bishop tanya la sama ketua kampung apa yang buat ni paderi buli kasi Kristian diorang. Ketua Kg ni pun jawablah ' paderi pertama yang tuan hantar, sampai-sampai ja terus paksa kami masuk Kristian. dia bilang sepa tia masuk kristian akan dibakar. kami pun marahlah, masuk kampung urang turus tunjuk diala berkuasa. tapi paderi yang baru ni bagus, dia sampai, dia jumpa sia terus minta kebenaran untuk tinggal di kampung ni. dia banyak tulung urang kampung, bercerita sama urang kampung, tia cakap bsar malah dia tia kacau ppun upacara kami. bila kami nampak muka dia sentiasa hepi, tia takut, kami tanyala apa yang buat dia begitu, dia pun menjawab sebab dia ada Yesus di dalam hati di. kami pun tertarik dan minta dia ajar pasal agama Kristian, ini yang buat kami sanggup meninggalkan agama lama kami dan terima agama baru. sebab kami tertarik dengan personaliti paderi ni'.

kesimpulannya, apapun yang kita buat, itu adalah tanggungjawab kita. dn setiap manusia mempunyai FREE WILL dorang sendiri. janganla main paksa-paksa, ugut-ugut, dan yang begitu-begitu. jangan cakap kita ni pembela bangsa Melayu padahal beza DARI dan DARIPADA pun tia tau.

sia bukan penyokong BN atau PR... sia hanyala peminat ARSENAL..

JUST FOR FUN...10 BUKTI YANG KO NI URANG SABAH

2010-04-27T02:33:00.000-07:00

10 BUKTI YANG KO NI URANG SABAH
10. LEBIH KENAL APA ITU MINI BAS DARIPADA BAS MINI
9. KALO DRIVE MISTI DI LORONG KANAN WALAUPUN SLOW JA. KALO KANA TAHAN N TANYA, MISTI MENJAWAB “ I’M ON THE ‘RIGHT’ LANE WHAT”...
8. ASAL ADA CHANCE MISTI MO PUTUNG BARISAN JA KARAJA. TIA KIRALAH TIME DRIVING ATAU BEBARIS DI KAUNTER.
7. PANDAI NAIK KARABAU DAN MAIN GITAR.
6. LEBIH PERCAYA SAMA KERETA PIRATE DARIPADA YANG ADA PERMIT.
5. PERNAH NAIK GUNUNG KINABALU.
4. DOUBLE PARKING TU SALAH KA? MALAS BAH MO JALAN JAUH.
3. BULI BERKAWAN SAMA SIAPA SAJA TIA KIRA AGAMA, BANGSA DAN WARNA KULIT
2. TIA MALU MENGAKU BANGSA APA WALAUPUN TIA PANDAI CAKAP BAHASA IBUNDA.
1. PIGI MANA PUN ‘BAH’ TETAP ADA DALAM PERCAKAPAN HARIAN. WALAUPUN BERABIS KUNUN CAKAP KEY ELL, TAPI BAH ITU TATAP ADA... SAMA PERKATAAN INDADA...

something to think about...

2010-04-26T00:50:00.000-07:00

sia kanal 1 urang, broker tanah, urang kita... kerja dia pujuk urang kampung untuk jual tanah sama tauki-tauki kaya. Dan dia akan pujuk berabis, sampaila itu urang terjual tanah dia dan c Broker ni pun dapatlah komisyen 25% persen dari harga tanah. dan ramailah yang sudah termakan umpan c broker, gara-gara mo kaya cepat... bayangkan kalo kana cakap ' kalo ko jual ni tanah, buli dapat 100 ribu. tapi, kalo kasi usaha ni tanah 100 tahun pun bulum tentu dapat 50 ribu...'

hmmm... bukanlah sia mo mengutuk pekerjaan dia. tapi yang sia kasian ialah urang kampung. ada yang dulu tanah dia lebih 50 ekar, temakan pujuk rayu c broker, dia jual hampir semua... itupun yang lain anak2 dia tia mo sudah kana jual. lepas dijual, dia beli kereta 2nd hand. tia sampai 1 tahun, kereta dia kena tarik dan sekarang dia menjadi tukang kebun di bekas tanahnya sendiri.

c broker bukan saja pujuk untuk jual tanah, tapi kalo tia dapat pujuk jual, dia pujuk gadai pula... ini pun ramai juga yang terkena umpan. dia punya ayat senang saja, ko bagi sia geran tanah, kita pigi kasi 'simpan' di tempat tauki X, dia bagi ko duit 5000, kita pigi kasi labur, dalam masa 1 bulan, ko buli dapat 50000... dan c urang kampung pun ramai2lah ikut... last2, duit 5000 pun tia dapat, tanah pula hilang.

Pada saya, kalo pun mo buat kerja begitu, janganlah sama urang kampung sendiri. kasian bah urang kampung... ramai yang kurang berpelajaran tinggi dan hidup agak miskin.. harta dorang cuma tanah, itupun C Broker ni mo kasi kana juga.. haiya, bapa sia pun hampir kena, nasib baik umpan sempat kana nampak...kalo tia..

ingat, nilai tanah makin lama makin naik... sekarang pun ada sudah urang yang sanggup main bunuh, main tipu, main rasuah untuk dapat tanah, jadi janganlah senang-senang ja jual tanah. kalopun mo jual, jual sama sia...

A magic word...

2010-04-05T01:21:00.000-07:00

ini kisah sia yang betul. baru ja 2 minggu terjadi. dan sampai sekarang sia masih terasa kesannya.

28 mac 2010, sia n family jalan pigi servay putatan untuk shopping barang dapur. kami ikut jalan donggongon putatan. sampai di dekat kg Buit Hill, ada pembaikan jalan, jadi separuh ja tu jalan dibuka untuk laluan. bila tinggal separuh, adalah tukang kibar bendera merah dan hijau kan?

masa kami sampai bendera merah tempat kami baru ja kana kasi turun, bendera hijau naik. sia pun jalan lah, tiba2 ada satu Viva laju masuk dari arah putatan(kami dari donggongon). sia terberenti, dia pun berenti... di belakang sia ada lebih 10 biji kereta, dia ada 1 kurita ja di belakang... sia pun kasi maju tu kerita sia sampai berdepan sama tu viva.. nampak tu driver gelabah dan tried berabis untuk reverse, tapi tu driver kerita belakang buat2 buduh...

sia pun tunggula sebab tia buli buat apa2... banyak boh kurita bebaris di belakang sia... tiba-tiba keluar satu urang dari bahagian penumpang tu viva, marah2 sambil tunjuk2 sia.. sia tia dingar dia cakap apa sebab cermin bertutup.. bila dia sampai di sebelah sia, sia tinguk dia mabuk, muka merah2 pucat, dekat mulut dia ada tu sapol (nasi tapai) lg.. jalan pun inda berapa lurus...

sia pun malas mo lawan cakap.. sia buka tingkap kereta, pas tu sia cakap .. siou (maaf).. dia yang tengah bercakap, marah-marah.. terus terdiam..dia tinguk sia.. pastu dia tinguk kreta yang berbaris di belakang sia.. sia pun sambung la.. hijau bah tadi, itu pasal sia jalan.. dia turus jawab 'itu yang pigiang bendira bukan pulis tu'.. ' sia dengan selamba pun jawab...'itu trafic lite pun bukan pulis, tapi kita ikut juga kan?... siou sebab jalan masa bendira hijau, patut sia jalan time bendira merah bah tu kan?'.. dia tediam.. pas tu merengus .. pas tu dia balik pi tu viva.. by this time, tu tukang buat jalan sudah kasi ubah lori dorang, then ada sudah jalan untuk sia... masa sia jalan, sia jeling driver tu Viva, n nampak muka guilty and tahan malu. apa tia, ada kali 20 biji kereta di belakang sia tu...

tapi, apa yang sia mo tekankan is perkataan siou tu, bukan saja buli buat urang tu sedar kesilapan dia... tapi juga dapat kasi hilang kemarahannya.. sia masi ingat perubahan muka dia bila sia minta siou... cara dia bercakap pun terus jadi agak lembut... kalau sia ikut macam dia tu marah2.. gaduh kali kan?

mungkin pasal tu Jesus cakap, jangan lawan marah dengan marah, tapi lawanlah dengan kasih... urang akan cakap mana adil, tapi kita lawan dengan kasih, marah akan cepat padam, kita lawan dengan marah, ia akan jadi dendam yang tidak akan berkesudahan...

hate the sin, love the sinners...

kesian...

2010-03-22T22:38:00.000-07:00

keputusan SPM dan STPM baru ja kana kasi umum,. best student pun sudah kena kasi kuar tv, ada yang happy, ada yang nangis, dan macam-macam lagi lah. suka pula sia tinguk dorang, sejuk ja hati tinguk pelajar yang berjaya..

Tapi, ada satu ja yang sia terkilan. Dalam ramai-ramai pelajar yang ditemuramah, hanya 2 urang yang ada menyebut perkataan guru semasa proses berterima kasih... yang lain cuma sebut Tuhan, ibu bapa dan kawan-kawan. malah ada yang cakap... kalo indada study group, mimang indaku dapat keputusan yang begini.

Sebagai guru, rasa terkilan lah juga bila rakan rakan guru tia pun kana recognise dia punya pengorbanan. penat bah mengajar, pas tu buat itu dan ini untuk kasi naik prestasi pelajar. belum campur ko kurikulum, aktiviti luar. bila guru bawa budak pigi pertandingan, guru akan ada juga guna duit sendiri, bila budak menang, yang dapat nama, anugerah dan macam2 lagi hanya pelajar itu sahaja.. guru akan diam terus... tapi kalau kalah, yang paling teruk ialah guru merangkap jurulatihnya.

bukanlah mo minta itu ini kan, tapi biasanya guru akan diingati bila ada kes-kes yang berkaitan dengan pelajar... pelajar merokok, urang cakap... ini mesti pasal guru merokok di sekolah depan pelajar.. pelajar mencuri, urang bilang... ini misti guru tia cukup ajar moral di sekolah... tapi bila budak berjaya dapay 14A, urang akan cakap... kalo harap cikgu ja, mustahil budak ni akan dapat begini berjaya... gagal lagi silap2... bila ada benda yang buruk, cikgu yang kana kasi salah, bila benda baik berlaku tiada pun cikgu kana sebut..

bukan apa, tapi at least a phone call to say thank you pun cukup lah, x pun ada kad terima kasih cikgu...

kalo ahli politik menang pilihanraya, siap kena julang lagi kan, tapi bila guru dapat menghasilkan seorang pelajar yang berjaya... tia pun kana peduli... mungkin pasal tu la di negara kita ni seorang ahli politik lebih dihormati dan disayangi daripada seorang ahli akademik...

lagi-lagi isu kaum...

2010-03-09T02:15:00.000-08:00

Zubir added that the Malays have “sacrificed” for the country by allowing “the immigrants” to live in Malaysia.

“It must be reminded that the Malay people have sacrificed tremendously since independence with a quid pro quo policy... the Malay race have compromised by allowing foreigners into the country. The Malays endured hundreds of years of colonization and the result is the migration of foreigners into the country. We were forced to accept this policy,” he said.

extract from The Malaysian Insider, Chinese will take over in the next election, warns Perkasa
By Asrul Hadi Abdullah Sani

well, i will not commenting on what he said... I just dont understand... who is 'foreigner' in this country...

A man, which his father was born and raise up in India before bybrought to malaysia by the British, still can be accepted as a prime minister of malaysia and considered as BUMIPUTRA.

another man, born in Bandung to Indonesian couple (Bugis), was a 3 times Member of Parliment and appointed as an assistant minister in the federal goverment some time ago... still, He is a Bumi or Pendatang?

last but not least, bapa dia datang dari Jawa... tapi dia buli jadi Menteri Besar.. Bumi or pendatang?

tia paham aku... bukan sepatutnya Orang Asli yang lebih berhak untuk bising-bising pasal hak meh?

sensitip lagi ni...

2010-02-21T21:13:00.000-08:00

Saban tahun orang Kristian Barat merayakan kelahiran Jesus, namun apakah kehidupan mereka sama seperti yang diajar oleh Jesus?
Hmm... sia tejumpa ni ayat dalam satu laman blog. sia terdiam sekejap. Mahatma Ghandi juga pernah cakap ‘ Kristian adalah satu ajaran yang sangat baik dan saya mungkin akan masuk dalam agama itu jika saya tidak nampak akan kelakuan penganut-penganutnya’.
Sia tia akan menulis untuk menyanggah apa yang dorang fikir. Apa yang sia mo stress out ialah, kenapa ramai orang buat penilaian tentang sesuatu agama luar sana berdasarkan keadaan pengikut atau berdasarkan pemahaman mereka? Selalu sia dengar urang cakap, Islam itu agama salah sebab dalam Bible gini,gini dan gitu, then kena balas pula... Kristian yang salah sebab dalam Al-Quran cakap begitu, begini dan ... itu bulum lagi keluar pasal agama lain. tapi, bulikah kita membuat penghakiman menggunakan kitab kita masing-masing untuk agam urang lain... kita bercakap tentang kesalahan agama Hindu menurut pemahaman kita sebagai seorang Kristian.. betul kah tu? Layakkah kita kasi salah sesuatu agama kalo gitu?
Walaupun bukan semua orang akan cakap begitu, tapi kebanyakan manusia di muka bumi akan buat begitu. We judged others belief based on what we believe. Only a few yang brave enough to share love with others no matter what religion they are in. Sia ada terbaca satu cerita yang buli dikongsikan di sini.
Jesus Christ said he had never been to a football match. So we took him to one, my friends and I. It was a fericious battle between the Protestant Punchers and the Catholic Crusaders. The Crusaders scored first. Jesus cheered wildly and threw his hat high up into the air. Then the Punchers scored. And Jesus cheered wildly and again threw his hat into the air. This seemed to puzzle the man behind us.
He tapped Jesus on the shoulder and asked: ”Which side are you shouting for, my good man?”
“Me?” replied Jesus, now visibly excited by the game. “Oh! I’m not shouting for either side. I’m just here to enjoy the game.” The questioner turned to his neighbour and sneered. “ Hmmmm, an atheist.”
On the way back we briefed Jesus on the religious situation of the world today. “It’s funny about religious people, Lord, they always seem to think that God is only on their side and agaisnt the people on the other.” Jesus agreed. “That is why i don’t back religions. I back people. People are more important than religions. Man is more important than the sabbath.” He said.
“You ought to watch your words,” one of us said with some concern. “You were crucified once for saying that sort of thing, you know.” “Yes, and by religious people,” said Jesus with a wry smile.
By Tony de Mello
Tonic for the Heart in 1000 bottles.

Jadi, janganlah cakap Islam agama penaja keganasan atau Kristian agama seks bebas, or Hindu penyembah berhala or Buddha agama tidak betul hanya kerana kita berdasarkan pemahaman kita. Kalau kita mula belajar dan cuba memahami mereka, sia percaya kita akan lebih mengerti agama kita sendiri. Jangan cepat melatah, meradang or meyumpah. Kita berkongsi dunia. Tuhan kita sama dan satu, Cuma cara kita memuji dan meyembah sahaja yang berbeza. .. jangan duduk di bawah tempurung ja.. tinguk2lah dunia juga.

odoi dogo...

2010-02-09T23:08:00.000-08:00

'ohuyan tomod bogia ti, duo no yahai di karud minongomot parai tidong do baino... hilod sondot ngai ri tanak wagu pakaraja, 2 da tulun sumandak ku nga au yolo siindahu... mondosi oitom osidangan tadau... tumanud kaka yolo do unduk ngadau bulan 5 ti.' atau selepas di translate... 'panat butul bah ni, sia sama tu bini ja yang p menuai padi bukit di huma. anak lelaki semua kerja di bandar, ada 2 urang anak gadis di rumah, tapi dorang t

ia mo pigi.. takut hitam kunun, lagipun dorang mo ikut unduk ngadau nati bulan 5.'
last monday, sia bawa bapa dan mama sia pigi sana bank pertanian tuaran. sampai sana, offline la pula. bapa sia pun suru tunggu, manatau sikijap bilang dia. tengah tunggu2 bapa sia tejumpa sama dia punya long lost 1st cousin dalam tu bank... apalagi bercerita la dorang... tapi dalam banyak-banyak cerita dorang... ada satu ja yang menarik perhatian sia... yang di atas tu..

sia terus geleng kepala dingar dia cakap gitu. sampai begitu sekali penangan ni unduk ngadau kan? tapi sedarkah tu anak uncle sia (kazen sia juga) yang huminodun dulu pun mindahu(turun pi kebun) juga? unduk ngadau kana buat untuk hormat si Huminodun, tapi sia pasti c Huminodn mesti sedih bila tau ada urang yang begini.

Huminodun adalah anak Kinoringan. dia mengorbankan diri supaya kaum kadazandusun murut tia mati kebuluran. pada kuburya tumbuh padi, kelapa dan jagung... dan inilah sumber makan kaum KDM sekarang. setiap kali Pesta Kaamatan diadakan, Unduk Ngadau dipertandingkan untuk 'menghormati' Huminodun...

tapi apa yang berlaku, semakin hari kita tinguk, Unduk Ngadau tia lebih dari pertanding Ratu Cantik biasa saja... yang paling cantik, putih seksi yang akan menang... pengadilnya bukan semua dari kaum KDM, jadi dorang bukan tau siapa tu Huminodun.. 2 perkara yang ada masa pertandingan Unduk Ngadau, catwalk dan soaljawab... soalan dalam Melayu dan jawapan pun dalam Melayu...

sebab itu ada yang sanggup tia turun kebun sebab takut hitam dan tia cantik lagi.. tia bulu menang unduk ngadau lagi.. dan kita sebagai kaum KDM pun makin hilang identiti... berapa ramai unduk ngadau kita yang pandai ketam padi, yang pernah turun sawah, yang pandai mangatap? hampir semua dorang tia pernah rasa harumnya padi yang ditumbuk berbanding dengan yang di mesin...dan hampir semua dorang tia kanal pun apa itu padi.. apa yang dorang tau, pigi kadai bili beras...

sia tia salahkan peserta, tapi sia lebih salahkan si penganjur, janganla guna nama urang yang sesuci Huminodun untuk buat something yang tia macam dia... kawan sia cina dari Penang pernah cakap 'menyesal sia bayar tambang p sabah tinguk pesta kaamatan, selain dari tapai dan lihing, yang lain macam perayaan biasa ja, unduk ngadau pun macam pertandingan ratu cantik, sugandoi macam pertandingan nyanyian biasa, juruacara pun cakap bahasa melayu... apa identiti KDM yang sebenar? kamu takut ka kasi tonjol? ini main pinjam2 dari urang lain... patutlah nama guna nama urang putih, cakap melayu, jarang sangat sia dingar kamu cakap dusun'... sia yang termalu sendiri...

apaun, kita pikirlah sendiri... Huminodun tidak pernah mementingkan kecantikannya, dia hanya pikir tetang macamana mo tulung bangsa dia... dan kaamatan, biarla beridentitikan KDM...bukannya Just Another Feast... biar urang kagum tinguk pesta kaamatan... jangan macam sekarang, urang tunggu kaamata sebab time tu ada minuman free..

sensitip sikit ni kali...

2010-01-25T22:04:00.000-08:00

Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad’s father is one example of an English language teacher from India who came to Malaya and eventually married a Malay woman, resulting in the birth of Dr Mahathir.

Everyone -- Malays, Indians and Chinese alike -- are sons and daughters of immigrants. It would be very difficult to dissect the three different races based on generalising. You would have to look at it on a case-to-case basis. My family came to Malaya in the mid-1700s. Tian Chua’s family came to Malaya much earlier than that. Dr Mahathir and Khir Toyo are merely second generation Malaysians although one became the Prime Minister and the other the Chief Minister of a State. - taken from NO HOLDS BARRED - Raja Petra...

well, sia tinguk berita last week. keluar lagi kes 'bukan bumiputera' walaupun bapa dia Iban tulen, mama dia Cina... lepas kes Marina Ugau, then ada lagi pula kes gitu, and bulum tau lagi kes2 yang tia dilaporkan kan? sia ingat lepas kes c Marina, pandai la buka mata tu urang di sana tempat2 tertentu, tapi sama juga.. terlepas pandang kali... tapi mungkin nama dia macam urang putih, jadi dorang ingat Iban tu datang dari Philipine or Australia.. sia rasa la, coz kawan sia yang mengaku dia tu Kadazan pun buli kana tanya - ko urang Malaysia kah? -

actually, ada lagi kes-kes yang begitu sia tejumpa, taulah kalo sigu ni... bapa n mama datang dari India, tiba2 anak dia bangsa Melayu... bulum lagi yang kerja dia jual sigup seludup di kaki kaki lima, pun buli dapat Mykad... padahal 5 taun yang dulu dia baranang dari bot masa datang dari Tawi-tawi pi sandakan... pun begitu, dorang bebas juga jalan2 di Sabah ni...

sia ada kawan punya kawan, Doktor dari luar negeri, kawin sama urang malaysia, kerja dekat 10 tahun tapi masi susa dapat taraf penduduk tetap, tiap 3 bulan kena pigi imegresen untuk kasi renew visa... susa lagi mo renew, banyak lasi soal tu pegawai bilang dia... 'tapi sia heran, napa ni bangsa asing yang p beranak di hospital kerajaan ramai yang buli dapat penduduk tetap dan mykad,' dia tanya... 'apa kelebihan dorang... sedangkan sia lagi yang bayar tax banding dorang'...

sia ada kawan, penyokong kuat kerajaan, apa yang kerajaan buat dia setuju ja... dia bilang kita sebagai kakitangan kerajaan, kita misti ikut cakap bos.. mana buli lawan dia bilang... kes2 macam c marina tu sebenarnya dipolitikkan, padahal kerajaan buli kasi selesai... bila sia bilang jan sokong membuta tuli, misti pandai tinguk apa yang mo disukung... dia marah lagi.. sia pun diam2 la.

bila sia baca tulisan c Raja Petra, sia pun tepikir... kalo bapa India + Mama Melayu = Melayu, then Bapa Iban + mama Cina = must be Cina.. then bukan Bumi la kan? tapi pikir2 balik, logikka juga? hehe,tiataula, sia bukan urang atasan..

cuma apa yang sia buli cakap.. sia punya pendapat lah... bumi or non-bumi patut sama ja bah peluang dia, kita sama2 pendatang bah sebenarnya... kecuali urang asli di semenanjung dan urang murut di sabah...ikut sejarah dorangla penduduk asli di malaysia.. tapi mana dorang sekarang, teda pun yang pegang jawatan penting dalam kerajaan... ada urang asli pernah jadi menteri? sia tia percaya kalo ada urang cakap orang asli tia buli pigang jawatan tinggi coz teda pelajaran.. masa di U dulu ramai juga kawan sia yang Urang Asli...

sia penyokong kerajaan.. itu sudah pasti, tapi sia tia sokong sesetengah polisi yang buli kasi beza2 rakyat dan bangsa... kalo butul semua rakyat di malaysia ni sama, napa masi ada alasan untuk tia kasi benar seseorang dari masuk U sebab dia bukan Bumi? kita kutuk Israel bila dia tindas bangsa palestin atas alasan dia(Israel) adalah bangsa yang layak dan berhak sama tanah di sana.. tapi tia pula kita kutuk diri kita bila kita cakap bangsa lain yang sama-sama pendatang untuk lari, sebab kita 'datang' lebih awal dari dorang...

bah, pikirlah.. sia tia menuding jari p mana2, tapi tinguklah dalam diri kita... sepa yang patut kita layan sebagai penduduk tetap or warganegara... urang yang mimang sudah berturun-turun di sabah, mimang pernah berperang untuk sabah, kasi maju sabah or urang yang baru lepas berenang dari seberang, pas tu ikut pintu belakang untuk dapat IC Merah..

satu mamak di Perak pernah tanya sia... kawan sia ramai sudah pindah pi sabah, dia cakap urang sabah buduh2 tia pandai cari duit... sia pun tekejut, tapi selamba sia jawab... urang sabah, bulum pandai sampai tahap cari duit sambil menipu bah, sebab dorang masi ingat halal dan haram dalam berniaga. mungkin saudara ko la juga tu yang jual barang agama tapi jual juga nombor ekor kan?... turus dia diam...

satu pemilik IC merah di telipok berani cakap sama satu urang kaum pribumi... 'itulah, sepa suru kamu tia control butul2 ni pekan telipuk, sekarang 'urang' kami yang jaguh di telipok...' dan datuk sia bilang, 'dulu kalo jalan di telipuk jam 10 malam, masi lagi buli ko kira duit banyak2 sambil jalan... sekarang, ko kira 100 pun takut2, walaupun tengahari..'

pikir-pikirla... jan jadi macam anjing, nampak anjik lain menyalak, dia pun ikut juga menyalak padahal dia tia tau apa2. kita ada utak untuk pikir kan? jadi buat pikiran yang rasional...teda makhluk Tuhan yang spesel.. kita semua sama ja..

bangau oh bangau..

2010-01-13T01:47:00.000-08:00

bangau oh bangau
kanapa ko kurus...
macamana aku tak kurus
ikan tia timbul....

panjang lagi sambungan dia ni... tadi pagi, sia mandi sambil nyanyi ni lagu. tiba-tiba sia teringat something... kita manusia jarang mengaku kesalahan kita, macam c bangau juga la.. kita misti kasi kait sama urang lain juga... napa tia siap laporan? si anu bulum bagi lapuran... tanya c anu, si gombiau bulum bagi data, tanya c gombiau, c bayau bulum bagi borang.. tanya c bayau, bos bulum bagi duit bikin bili printer punya ink... dan ada banyak alasan lagi di belakang..

tapi biasa bah tu.. manusia pertama di dunia pun sudah tunjuk tu perangai lepas makan buah larangan... God: napa ko makan tu buah yang sia cakap jan makan? Lelaki: sia tia mo makan tapi tu pompuan yang pujuk sia.. pompuan: sia tia mo makan tapi tu ular yang pujuk sia... ngam2 lagi kan ular juga yang salah last2..

maksudnya, kita tia salah (dalam pemikiran kita lah), yang salah si anu, si gombiau, si bayau... kalo dorang buat kerja dorang.. misti kita pun siap kerja juga...

lagi satu, kalo bos tegur, napa ko punya prestasi ni tia bagus ni... kebanyakan akan jawab macam ni kan? 'sia baru ni kali buat kureng sikit, sudah kana tegur... c kalabatu yang balik2 buat salah tia pun kana peduli'... tapi kita lupa, wise men cakap.. kalo ko mo jadi urang yang terbaik, bandingkan diri dengan yang terbaik...sampai bila-bila pun kalo kita terus kasi banding diri sama yang average ja prestasi dia di tempat kerja, memang pun tia dapat kita kasi naik kita punya prestasi... kan?

wel, apapun ia bergantung sama tafsiran masing2... ada urang suka komplen di belakang tapi di depan YES BOSS juga... ada yang komplen di depan tapi buat kerja yang bagus juga di belakang...

teringat sia sama satu dialog yang betul2 terjadi...

boss: hah, baru sampai opis? jam 10.30 baru masuk opis? kamarin bilang kereta rusak, hari tu cakap kunci rumah tertinggal... ni kali apa pula alasan ko?

kuli: anu bos, tapi sia jalan dari rumah jam 7.00 pg, kerita bulum siap lagi, sia naik bas... sampai telipuk, jem pula.. sia pun turun sebab takut lambat... manatau jalan kaki sempat sampai on time... tapi jerebu punya pasal, sia sesat sampai pulau gaya pula... sia penat jalan, si tunggu2 bas.. teda ... itu pasal sia lambat sampai...

hmm....

2010-01-04T00:27:00.000-08:00

lama sudah tia memblog.. taulah kalo tinggal di kg yang inda power line internet dia. banyak idea mo menulis tapi tia ja tertulis...

sia mo menulis pasal my first experience jadi bapa la ni kali. 1 week before delivery, my wife sudah komplen sakit perut, ada cecair keluar.. so sia pun panik, bulum tau apa-apa kan.. balik2 sia tanya "mo p hospital ka?", tapi dia cakap bulum lagi. kena pula sia menjaga SPM, lagilah aganggarau...

23 Nov 2009 - tengah sia menjaga SPM,bini SMS ada bendalir keluar, sia panik, kana suruh antar p hospital... tapi sia pun macam demam, so singgah p klinik untuk check dulu... sia kompom kana demam chikukunya, bini kana tahan di klinik...

24 nov 2009 - bini sia kana suru balik, bulum ada bukaan doktor bilang, mentua yang p jemput dia, sia langsung tia buli jalan...

25 Nov 2009 - stay d rumah, x larat jalan..

26 Nov 2009 - pagi, jalan p KK, bili barangan untuk baby... jam 7.30 - bini komplen sakit perut... sakit dia datang every 10 minutes... capat2 tukar baju, jalan p hospital Likas jam 10 mlm... sampai di hospital, kena check 4cm sudah bukaan, my wife masuk wad, sia balik rumah..

27 nov 2009 - jam 4.00 pagi, my wife SMS, dia masuk labour room... my mom in law masak sup ayam kampung, jam 7 pagi baru jalan p hospital... sampai di hospital, jam 9.30 baru kana suru masuk p labour room... bini masa tu balik2 teriak kesakitan sudah.. jam 10.45 pagi, baby mo kuar sudah... doktor datang and tulung kasi kuar baby... sia tgk proses memberanakkan.. x tahan wo, darah+cara yang mengerikan, sia mo muntah.. nurse suru sia keluar sebab takut sia pengsan... jam 11.37 baby kuar.. jam 12.30 baru sia kana suru masuk balik... 1st time tgk baby, ambik pic dia... jam 12.45, bini mo kana cuci, terpaksa dukung baby, punyalah shaking tangan sia.. nasib baik baby tia jatuh.. pas tu bini kana hantar p wad... sia dukung dari labour room sampai di wad... tangan sia karas sebab takut tu baby jatuh... my mom in law masuk ja di wad, terus sia pass baby sama dia...time ni my mum, bapa, abang and his wife, bro in law and his wife dan c Adi datang melawat.. bulilah kasi tinggal my wife sama dorang..coz sia masi gagaran..

28 Nov 2009 - jam 1.30 petang baby dibenarkan pulang...mulalah kehidupan sebagai bapa..

tapi yang paling sia ingat masa baby baru mo kuar.. sakitnya... dan sia yang tia tahan... patutlah urang tua selalu cakap respect your mom, memang dorang menyabung nyawa time kasi lahir kita.. dulu-dulu manada sopistikated dia punya alat bantu kelahiran... apalagi yang lahir di kampung macam sia ni.. teda pun morfin kana kasi sedia untuk tahan sakit...

from that moment, sia berjanji sama diri sia untuk hormat suma pompuan yang bergelar ibu di dunia ni... dorang ada special gift actually... love u mum!!!

haih....

2009-11-02T00:06:00.000-08:00

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...

2009-09-11T01:21:00.000-07:00

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......

2009-09-09T00:29:00.000-07:00

"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...

2009-09-04T01:04:00.000-07:00

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...

2009-08-11T21:49:00.000-07:00

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...

2009-07-29T02:42:00.000-07:00

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...

2009-07-28T02:38:00.000-07:00

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...

2009-07-10T19:18:00.000-07:00

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)

2009-06-29T23:08:00.000-07:00

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

2009-06-26T03:15:00.000-07:00

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

2009-05-21T01:23:00.000-07:00

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

2009-05-20T03:24:00.000-07:00

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)

2009-05-13T03:15:00.000-07:00

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

2009-05-13T03:09:00.000-07:00

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

2009-05-13T03:02:00.000-07:00

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...

2009-05-06T01:05:00.000-07:00

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

2009-05-06T00:35:00.000-07:00

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

2009-05-05T03:01:00.000-07:00

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?

2009-05-05T00:52:00.000-07:00

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....

2009-04-27T21:24:00.000-07:00

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

2009-04-17T03:07:00.000-07:00

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

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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

2009-04-17T00:50:00.000-07:00

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

2009-01-20T22:14:00.000-08:00

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...

trust God but lock ur car

2008-09-25T09:20:00.000-07:00

i was stumbled with this sentence some days ago. sia teketawa mula2 tgk ni ayat... tapi pikir-pikir balik... hmm butul juga kan? we trust the Lord but we have to lock our car. it doesnt mean that we don't have faith or trust in Him... but He oredi sent someone to help us by creating the car key system so we can protect our car kan? so why we have to bother Him to stand beside our car to protect it.

and that's how God work on us... He works mysteriously and always give the best for us. it was us who always blame Him when things are not work according to our way. i remember a story - A religious old man is on top of a roof during a great flood. A man comes by in a boat and says "get in, get in!" The religous old man replies, " no I have faith in God, he will grant me a miracle."Later the water is up to his waist and another boat comes by and the guy tells him to get in again. He responds that he has faith in god and god will give him a miracle. With the water at about chest high, another boat comes to rescue him, but he turns down the offer again cause "God will grant him a miracle."With the water at chin high, a helicopter throws down a ladder and they tell him to get in, mumbling with the water in his mouth, he again turns down the request for help for the faith of God. He arrives at the gates of heaven with broken faith and says to Peter, I thought God would grand me a miracle and I have been let down." St. Peter chuckles and responds, "I don't know what you're complaining about, we sent you three boats and a helicopter."

we are always like that poor old man kan? we feel that God never cares for us for putting so much problems and He seems like 'never' grant us anything that we asked Him. but we fail to realise that He had done so much. i believe there are angels among us, sent down to us from somewhere up above.They come to you and me in our darkest hours.To show us how to live, to teach us how to give.To guide us with a light of love.When life held troubled times, and had me down on my knees.Theres always been someone there to come along and comfort me.A kind word from a stranger, to lend a helping hand.A phone call from a friend, just to say I understand.And aint it kind of funny that at the dark end of the road.Someone lights the way with just a single ray of hope. They wear so many faces, show up in the strangest places.To guide us with their mercy, in our time of need. and I believe they were sent by God.

so... i think the best way to appreciate what He had done to us is we appreciate all that we have now. we never appreciate something that we have until its gone kan? say something nice to your love ones. call your mom and dad to ask how they are. assume that today is the last day you live, so what will you do to fill your 'last day'? do have this thnking every morning just before you day your ,morning parayer... then you will appreciate your life more and remember, always remember... TRUST GOD BUT LOCK YOUR CAR.

misti baca....

2008-09-24T10:58:00.000-07:00

an elderly lady who went to her young pastor to plan her funeral arrangements. The woman listed her choice of hymns, Scripture selections, and exactly what outfit she wanted to wear in her open casket. The pastor, smiling, took careful notes.
"There's one more thing," the lady said.
"What is it, Mrs. Davis?" the pastor asked. "I'll do whatever i can to honour your wishes."
"I want you to make sure that the funeral home takes care of one final arrangement," she said, tapping her cane on the floor for emphasis. "I want them to put me in my casket with a silver fork in my hand" "A fork?"the pastor repeated.
"yes" she said. "A sterling silver dessert fork. and when everyone comes and looks in the casket to pay thier respects, and they say, 'why in the world does she have a dessert fork in her hand?' I want you to tell them a reason why."
"And what might that reason be?" the pastor asked, scratching his head.
The elderly woman smiled. "Son, when i was young, my parents told me to eat up my dinner because the best part of the meal was yet to come.we always looked forward to dessert, knowing it would be sweet. So, I want you to tell people that I was buried with dessert fork in my hand because I knew that after this life comes the sweetest part of all. Tell them I knew that by God's grace, the best is yet to come!"

well, that's a simple story that i read from a book. God never said that life will be easy, but He did promise a safe journey.... we were born to die kan?

yai....

2008-09-24T10:30:00.000-07:00

jam 1.30 pagi sudah... sia masih tia buli tidur... ada 5 laporan yg mo kana buat n antar b4 friday, n minggu ni punya rph pun bulum buat.. haiya... sia tia mengantuk tapi sia teda mood mo buat keja.. tgk muka kwn2 sia di bwoing.blogspot buat sia lindu pula.. tapi napa teda muka sia d gambar tu ah?
actually i was just completed reading a book titled: finding the love of my life by Denise Jackson... she wrote the books about her husband, Alan Jackson, a famous country singer. And surprisingly, there were still a few people that we call celebrity who are really care about their family and stick to a woman for more than 25 years of mariagge. eventhough he has succeded in his industry, his album sold more than 50 millions copies in US alone, he still marry once and that marriage is still strong after 25 years. The book not only tell us about their marriage but also tell us what God has done to them.

"i dont know where you are on you journey of faith. Maybe you're at the steering wheel of your life's car. Maybe Jesus is in the backseat, or the passanger seat, and you're realizing that you need to ask Him to take the wheel. Or maybe Jesus isn't even in your car, but He's by the side of the road, calling out to you that there is danger ahead"

(Finding the Love of My Life)

Denise Jackson