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Thursday, 26 July 2007

AGAINST MYSELF


I WAS looking at all the postings I have done so far. And I saw quite a few mistakes... wanted to correct them all but what the heck. It shows that I am human.
Another thing that struck me was the length of each posting. The earlier ones were hardly ten lines long.... later on, most were very long.
I stand to be corrected.
I wanted to put a few more features on this blog such as a counter, adsense advert etc etc. But then again, that would be deviating from my original intention in setting up this blog.
I better stop here. Listen more. Speak less.

Monday, 23 July 2007

20072007


ONE needs not be a genious to know that 20th of July, 2007 was four days ago today. Still, I could not resist the temptation to use it as the title for this particular posting.
Too many things happened around 20-07-2007. Again I am tempted to tell all...... (in fact, I did type it all here initially but later, I decided to delete them all. May be I should keep the secrets in my heartdrive [as opposed to pentdrive]).
20072007 will forever be etched on a special corner of my heartdrive. The long and short of it, 20072007 reminds me of my being human. I can reflect, plan and act as much as I want but often times, things seem to have their own minds.
Life, for instance, is so very fragile. We are alive and kicking now. But a second or two from now, we could very well be hard and dead. We are full of life now but 1001 reasons will point to our death to an almost specific date in future...
If I were to die now, what will happened to my wife, my family, my still small children, my many commitments, my everything?
And just as I cushion myself with all the self pity in the world, a tiny bird flew outside my window, landed comfortably on a tiny branch of a nearby tree and started singing as if there is no tomorrow.
The bird is alive. The tree is alive. The grass is alive. The lizard is alive. That damned mosquitoe is alive.
Am I not worth so much more than the all bird, tree, grass, lizard and mosquitoe put together?
I look up and saw a poster on my wall - Never forget the three powerful resources you always have available to you: LOVE, PRAYER and FORGIVENESS.
I rest my case....

Wednesday, 18 July 2007

TIMBER TALK

JEALOUS. That was exactly how I felt last weekend when I saw the Pusat Kebudayaan Murut, a cultural centre for the Murut community in Tenom.
At at glance, the centre is made up of just a few buildings meant to house the many programmes either by the Murut community or others.
But upon closer look, the wooden structure stands out. I was told that more than 95 percent of the buildings - pillars, walls, floors, roofs - used BELIAN as its raw material.
BELIAN is one of the hardest wood in Borneo. It can last a century and more.
I mean, look at the picture... It was as if they were uprooted from the jungle and planted at the centre. And there must be hundreds of them there! This picture alone, we can see at least 13 pillars. Some of the pillars are no less than 40 feet tall!
They told me the many Murut communities donated the wood from their forest reserves. Nobody really know but one estimation put the centre (or at least the timber) at more then RM5 million just because of the BELIAN.
Now I am crying. Not because of jealousy, though. But because if we, the Malaysians in Borneo, have had a bit of imagination say 15 to 30 years ago, every single Sabahan would have BELIAN and other good woods as the main component of our homes.
Pity. Pity. Pity. Stupid.
Where have all the timber gone?
From being the richest state in Malaysia, we are NOW rock bottom - as the poorest of the poor.
JEALOUS.... anybody?

COMMON DENOMINATION

IT DOES NOT matter where you come from. You could be from the North, South, East or West of where ever, once you are in a festival, a sense of belonging automatically embrace you. This is especially so when you are privileged enough to be given jars filled with rice wine.... to drink (or rather, to suck).
I was in Tenom, a place in the Interior part of Sabah, over the weekend. And what a trip it was! I saw more than 30 jars (locally called bombs - partly in jest) with all kinds of tastes... bitter sweet, sour sweet, bitter sour sweet, etc etc.
To (from left to right) Alex, Charlie and Leo (just in case, am the third from right... he he he), thank you so very much for your company. The rice wine was our common denomination that day... (and proud of it, pun intended). We could speak about anything under the sun. In fact the rice wine (tapai or siopon as the locals called it) was the common denomination for the more than 100 people in that political party function.
Later on, I went home, dizzy but steady.... (partly wishing I had more time to enjoy the rare bitter sweet siopon and the company).
But then again, I have chit-chatted with friends till the wee morning with only coffee on the table. Or at times, plain water.
May be it is all in the mind...
Perception is powerful. Drunk or not, tapai is only a mean to an end - to ensure we have a better tomorrow.

Tuesday, 17 July 2007

hi

I know... no new posting. this is a brief note to say thank you for visiting my blog. hope to update it later today. will have to sleep now. its almost 2am... drank too much coffee on board the plane from Kota Kinabalu to Kuala Lumpur yesterday. again, thanks for dropping by. c u all