Thursday, February 20, 2025

HEALTH HEALTH, WHERE ARE YOU?

Oh for goodness sake, enough of that Siti Nurhaliza song already. Someone in the neighbourhood has been spinning SN's cd for the umpteenth time and the song 'Biar Lah Rahsia' is in its 3rd or 4th rounds now.. lol. But then again, what am i doing home...

The lingering pain somewhere in my tummy has been going on and off for the past few days..been feeling nauseous, bloated. Spent last Sunday just feeling horrible.. been popping the gastrict tablets.. and it seemed to work a bit, only this time it didn't go off completely. The stubborn me tried to avoid going to the doctor thinking it will pass and clear by itself. After the unsuccessful self-medication, and the unbearable excruciating pain and upon the insistence of my other half, Mandy drove the almost zombie like me to the clinic. Reached the clinic at 8pm last nite and waiting for the receptionist to register me felt like forever... Dr Tan who has been like the family doctor for ages confirmed that I have indeed a stomach infection. What was the culprit? I dont' know...

Now at home just resting.. just what the good doctor has ordered and now just staring in awe at the antibiotics and medicines which the doctor prescribed... how can something so distasteful be so good....the pain is now much lesser...well some small stabs of pain every now and then but no nauseous feeling and I feel almost like my original self but I still need to watch what i eat. No spicy food which i love for the time being. Tomorrow is a non-working day for me and after that, it will be Hari Raya holidays...it will be a lot of days away from office...oh gosh...I am going to be pretty busy after the holidays. My calls to the office on work related matters done - will just forget about work for the time being. Sms from office colleagues, friends and my facebook friends wishing me speedy recovery.. thanks.. Yes I will get well and it will be just in time for the good old visiting spree to Muslim friends/family's home during the Hari Raya hols.

To my Muslim friends 'Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri'!!


Stay   Away   From   Anger... It   Hurts Only   You !

   If    You    Are    Right    Then     There is     No    Need to    Get    Angry ...

   And    If    You    Are    Wrong    Then    You     Don't     Have    Any    Right to    Get    Angry.

   Patience    With    Family is   Love .....
   Patience with others is   Respect.
   Patience     With     Self is   Confidence 
   And   Patience   With   GOD   is   Faith.

   Never    Think    Hard    About    The    PAST,    It    Brings    Tears...
   Don't    Think    More    About   The   FUTURE,   It   Brings   Fear...
  Live   This   Moment   With   A   Smile,  It    Brings   Cheer.
  Every     Test in    Our    Life   Makes   Us   Bitter   Or   Better .....
   Every   Problem   Comes   To   Make   Us   Or   Break   Us!
 The      Choice is       Ours   Whether   We   Become   Victims   Or   Victorious.
Beautiful   Things    Are    Not   Always   Good  

 But   Good  Things   Are   Always   Beautiful ......


 Do   You   Know    Why    God  Created   Gaps between  Fingers?  So     That     Someone,    Who    is     Special    To    You ,   Comes    And   Fills   Those    Gaps ,   By   Holding   Your   Hand   Forever.



   " Happiness "   Keeps   You Sweet  But   Being   Sweet   Brings   Happiness."



Tuesday, August 16, 2022

KOISAAN CULTURAL VILLAGE (KCV)

"The Koisaan Cultural Village (KCV) The Koisaan Cultural Village is located at Hongkod Koisaan KDCA Complex, Km 8, Penampang Road, Penampang, Sabah, Malaysia. The Village represents a living museum to preserve the multi-ethnic Kadazandusun culture. It aims to share the knowledge, history, and cultural heritage of the multi-ethnic Kadazandusun community. The KCV offers you the opportunity to see and experience the culture and lifestyle of how the indigenous ethnic communities of the Kadazandusun used to live in the past. The village features 11 different ethnic cultural houses in one village, each representing the respective ethnics. 'KOISAAN'means Unity in the Kadazandusun language and this Village is an effort to unite the various ethnic under the Kadazandusun community. The Penampang Cultural House, The Tenom Cultural – Lansaran House, The Beaufort Cultural House, The Kota Belud Cultural House, The Kuala Penyu Cultural House, The Keningau Cultural House, The Tambunan Cultural House, The Papar Cultural House, The Ranau Cultural House, The Tuaran Cultural House and The Kudat Cultural Long House." For more info, do visit their website at https://kcv.kdca.org.my/gallery/ >
> Oh and did I forget, you can also visit the Unduk Ngadau Gallery here in KCV where you can see all the photos of all the Unduk Ngadau of yesteryears. Come, let's visit.

Saturday, December 18, 2021

Farewelll Three Gee

We came home from work on Thursday and found 3G, our tomcat on its bed, not responding to our calls like it usually does. My other half said it must be ill ‘cos it didn’t seem like its usual self and true enough upon stroking its head, it was burning with fever.

3G has been ill quite a number of times and every time with medication, it gets through it. And I thought, this was one of those days. Towards the morning it got worst, every breath was a labor. Look at its glassy eyes, I knew it wouldn’t make it this time. I cried and whispered, “3G, 3G, I am sorry, please please don’t die’. It made a feeble sound. I don’t why I was apologizing but I couldn’t stand looking at 3G in pain and I felt so helpless. I tried force feeding it with water, but it wasn’t responsive.

We brought it to the vet and arrived there at 7.30am. Waiting for it to open at 8 am seemed like forever. The vet looked at it and I saw what he saw, that 3G cannot be saved. I cried, and left the room. My other half stayed and asked what caused 3G to get ill so suddenly when he was eating and active just the day before. The vet said it probably got a viral infection from its wound caused by its fight with other cats but will try his best. 

Shots of antibiotics and glucose given, we brought it home, but it never improved. We tried to make its last hours as comfortable as possible and we even discussed its burial plans. At dawn the following day, my other half got up and found that 3G has died. He asked me, to have one last look as it was still warm. I cried buckets and bid farewell. Farewell 3G, I guess your time has come but how we will miss you you walk amongst us just a while you brought joy and smile and we will always remember you. 

I still feel its presence, and every corner in the house, I expect to see it lying around. My other half has thrown everything that reminds him of 3G, his basket, his food. My son took the day off to bring 3G’s remains to kampong and gave him a proper burial by the creek near a clump of bamboos. There it rested. Farewell 3G….

3G IN A FIGHT AGAIN

3G looking like Mike Tyson after a boxing match. Note the bruised eye. 3G, my tomcat is fearless. Once he came home bedraggled and bleeding. He looked like he had been in a fight again. I promptly carried him and exclaimed in dismay! Yes this cat had been acting his natural instincts – very territorial. My son who witnessed the fight said that 3G had been very brave and fought valiantly until the rival, a stray cat ran away in defeat…lol... “You are a silly cat” I scolded him while cleaning his wound. “You think you are so strong? Now fight this!” I threatened him with the snout of the vacuum cleaner. I don’t know what’s with the vacuum cleaner, but just show it to him and he runs helter-skelter!!…lol. .

Friday, October 2, 2020

MandyNikko Design





MandyNikko Design handcrafted bracelet made from
Pink Chalcedony crystal

Pink Chalcedony is a cryptocrystalline form of silica, composed of very fine intergrowths of quartz and moganite. These are both silica minerals, but they differ in that quartz has a trigonal crystal structure, while moganite is monoclinic.

Chalcedony is a nurturing stone that promotes brotherhood and goodwill. It absorbs negative energy. It brings the mind, body, emotions, and spirit into harmony. Chalcedony instills feelings of benevolence and generosity.

Friday, May 1, 2020

COVID 19 MENACE: WE ARE NOT IN THE SAME BOAT...

Sharing,

Don’t know who wrote it, but it’s spot on.

After listening to some pretty harsh comments & arguing over reopening or extending the shutdown, someone in their right mind wrote this.

Perspective:

WE ARE NOT IN THE SAME BOAT ...
I heard that we are all in the same boat, but it's not like that. We are in the same storm, but not in the same boat. Your ship could be shipwrecked and mine might not be. Or vice versa.

For some, quarantine is optimal. A moment of reflection, of re-connection, easy in flip flops, with a cocktail or coffee. For others, this is a desperate financial & family crisis.

For some that live alone they're facing endless loneliness. While for others it is peace, rest & time with their mother, father, sons & daughters.

With the $600 weekly increase in unemployment some are bringing in more money to their households than they were working. Others are working more hours for less money due to pay cuts or loss in sales.

Some families of 4 just received $3400 from the stimulus while other families of 4 saw $0.

Some were concerned about getting a certain candy for Easter while others were concerned if there would be enough bread, milk and eggs for the weekend.

Some want to go back to work because they don't qualify for unemployment and are running out of money. Others want to kill those who break the quarantine.

Some are home spending 2-3 hours/day helping their child with online schooling while others are spending 2-3 hours/day to educate their children on top of a 10-12 hour workday.

Some have experienced the near death of the virus, some have already lost someone from it and some are not sure if their loved ones are going to make it. Others don't believe this is a big deal.

Some have faith in God and expect miracles during this 2020. Others say the worst is yet to come.

So, friends, we are not in the same boat. We are going through a time when our perceptions and needs are completely different.

Each of us will emerge, in our own way, from this storm. It is very important to see beyond what is seen at first glance. Not just looking, actually seeing.

We are all on different ships during this storm experiencing a very different journey.

Realize that and be kind.

Credit goes to the Unknown author, you know who you are.


Monday, February 10, 2020

MY FAVOURITE PRAYER AFTER THE LORD'S PRAYER.....THE SERENITY PRAYER....




ANY TIME OF THE DAY, IN MY TIME OF NEED AND DESPAIR, MY FAVOURITE PRAYER AFTER THE LORD'S PRAYER..AND I KNOW I WILL BE ALRIGHT.


“God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
  the courage to change the things I can, and 
  the wisdom to know the difference.


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  Grant me the strength that my response to things I cannot change, 
  unkind/hurtful words or actions be
  "Lord, you heard, you be the Judge.”

Amen




Wednesday, January 1, 2020

..AND SO LIFE GOES ON...




HAPPY NEW YEAR 2020! 


As the year comes to a close, it is a time for reflection – a time to release old thoughts and beliefs.  Whatever has happened in the past year, the New Year brings fresh beginnings. Exciting new experiences and relationships await. Let us be thankful for the blessings of the past and the promise of the future.” ―Peggy Toney Horton



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Wednesday, July 10, 2019

My Weekend Rendezvous


Throwback 7 years ago

One of my favourite things to do on weekends is to spend time with family members just chilling out by having potluck, shopping for bargains (or window shopping) and karaoke. Last Sunday’s activity however will be added to that list. My brother in law, my two sisters and I had happily accepted my cousin’s invitation to his family’s orchard in Tenom which is about 2 ½ hours trip through that long, steep and winding road of the Crocker Range. The roads are fully sealed but the steepness of some parts of the roads was rather daunting. It was compensated however, by the glorious sceneries. It was really humbling and I felt rather insignificant amidst God’s breathtaking creations.

Shortly before Keningau, which is Tenom’s nearest neighboring town, it was downhill, travel for another 30 minutes and then, the quaint little town of Tenom. Yes, we had arrived and as it was Sunday, we eagerly looked forward to a stopover at the ‘Tamu’ where one can find various types of vegetables from the normally grown to those plucked from the wilds, fruits, flowers, fresh fish etc.

After that stopover, we headed to the orchard. There, we found all kinds of fruit trees, local oranges, durians trees, rambutans, papayas – the list is endless. Picking fruits fresh from the tree is like being in the Garden of Eden (minus the apple). In our previous trip to that orchard, it was the rambutan seasons and we really had fun plucking bunches and bunches of red juicy rambutans. This time round, it was the local oranges. There were rows and rows of that tree, each laden with big and ripe and juicy looking oranges. I felt like I was in a big candy store but even better. The trees were pretty easy to climb and each of us armed with a fruit cutter would step onto a branch teetering reaching for the fruits – simply amazing! After that, we proceeded to pick other fruits, pineapples, coffee seeds, corns, winter melons and more.

Big thanks really go to my cousin and her husband (yes they do all the farming themselves), for their generosity. We were also treated by them to lunch of sumptuous home-cooked food of buttered fragrant rice, steamed chicken (reared by them), stuffed –taufoo (best taufoo in Sabah), mushrooms, vegetables, soups etc. …yummy!

We said our goodbyes in the mid-afternoon and proceeded back to KK with our treasures firmly packed in the four-wheel drive vehicle. Till our next trip, this will remain as one of my favourite weekend rendezvous…a million thanks cuz and adios!

Friday, March 8, 2019

*DUSUN or KADAZAN?* By Donald Stephen - President, Society of Kadazan

Extract from The North Borneo News & Sabah Times, 30th June, 1960

*DUSUN or KADAZAN?*
By Donald Stephen - President, Society of Kadazan

“Why should Dusun be called Kadazan?” I have often been asked this question and feel that it would be best for me to clarify this controversial point today - on the day when the natives celebrate their first official holiday.

As far as I can see there is no “stigma” attached to the name Dusun, a good name which has been used for many years to describe the Kadazan people of this country. The name has been in use for so long that many Kadazan know themselves only as Dusun and when using the word Kadazan or Kadayan they take the word to mean “people” and not as the race to which they belong. But there can be no doubt that DUSUN is an imported word and the name was first used by traders along the coast and by the Brunei overlords and then accepted by the Chartered Company as the generic name for the Kadazan people. Dusun means “people of the countryside”, people who plough the land. It is a good definition of the Kadazan people but it is also true that many are inclined to use the word in what be said to be derogatory sense the same way as we refer to the country folk as “yokels”. For this reason the educated Kadazans and those who have some pride to their race feel that the name should be changed to what they believe to be their true name - KADAZAN.

Many a Government official have been heard to say that “Kadazan” refers only to the people of Penampang District. Investigations we have made show that there is no truth in this assertion. It is true that the Penampang Kadazans have had some advantage over their Kadazan brothers in other districts; they have had the benefit of more English education because of the Mission which was established in Penampang and because of this educational advantage had been better able to look more fully into the original name of their race. They found that the “Dusun” were in fact Kadazan and had the courage to use this words.

To be frank, the Penampang Kadazans have seldom found much favour in administrative circles: because of the bit of education they possess and because of the courage they have in fighting for their rights they have been called “lawyer buruk” and other even less savoury names. It is the same everywhere when natives tend to exert themselves they have often been looked upon with suspicion and dislike. And because the Kadazan of Penampang and Papar (who also had the benefit of a Mission in the district) have tended to be more outspoken in what they believe to be true they have not been popular. Because of this unpopularity in administrative circles, it is known that administrative officers in other Kadazan districts have gone out of their way to prove the Kadazan there that they are in fact Dusun and not “that imported name from Penampang - Kadazan.” Much of the antipathy on the part of many an administrative officer for the Kadazan of Penampang and Papar has no doubt been subconscious, but we know it to be there.

The North Borneo News and Sabah Times of which I am the Editor, Publisher and Owner may claim credit for making the name KADAZAN better known. I say frankly that it was done in answer to a rising pride among the Kadazan people and the knowledge of their desire to be known by their own name and not by a name which they feel had been nothing but a label hanged on them, put there by others without their consent. Personally I feel that such natural pride should be encouraged and for this reason started a small corner in my small paper and called it the KADAZAN CORNER. Since then the name has become widely known and Radio Sabah when it began to broadcast in “Dusun” to use the official language, the section was called the KADAZAN SECTION.

Be they Dusun or Kadazan the people have a common link, and that common link in the past has merely been the similarity of their language. I feel that if the Kadazan are ever to feel one that common link should be strengthened and there was no better way of strengthening it than by trying to standardise the language. The obvious answer was to start with the Kadazan as spoken in the Penampang/Papar are because it is in this area that the people have gone a long way in having their language written down. I also found out that the language as spoken by the Kadazan of the Penampang/Papar area was the most understood by Kadazan in other areas.

The reason for this is obvious, with some advantage in education, the Kadazan of Penampang and Papar had more opportunity of moving about the country - in getting around they found that the Kadazan in other areas did not find it difficult to understand them. One could have picked the Kadazan spoken in Tuaran or Kota Belud or Ranau for use but because the Kadazan spoken in Penampang and Papar were the most commonly used and had already been used as a written language (Romanised) it was obvious that the best choice was the Kadazan as used in Penampang/Papar. There was no thought of favouritism or pride of place: the choice I made was one purely on convenience. I can say today that I have received letters and articles in Kadazan from Tuaran, Ranau, Bundu Tuhan and other areas and these letters and articles have led me to believe that my idea of standardising the Kadazan language is beginning to show signs of succeeding because these letters and articles were written in the Kadazan as spoken in Penampang/Papar area - to have this was in most cases simple because the language the Ranau, Tuaran and Bundu Kadazan is basically the same except for the way certain words are accentuated and the way the “r” and “I”, are sounded or the heavier accent on the “h”s.

Among the people who had been questioned about the name Kadazan is Native Chief Taliban of Tambunan and Native Chief Pinghing of Penampang. Taliban says that the so called Dusuns had always been known as Kadazan (or pronounce it “kadayan”) but that the Kadazan (Our People) were divided into various sections or branches such as the Rungus, Liwan, Tagaas, Lotud (the Kadazan in the Tuaran area), Bakud (the Kadazan in Membakut area, Bundu, Kwijau (the Kadazan in the Keningau area), Tangaah (the Kadazan living in the Penampang-Papar area) an so on.

Pinghing, who admittedly is Sino-Kadazan but a Native Chief who has taken great pains to study the traditions and history of his Kadazan people, says with some force that “there is no Dusun, we are all Kadazans.” Pinghing substantiates what Taliban goes further” … just as the Chinese have Hainanese, Hakka, Hokkien, Teochew etc. so also with the Kadazan, we have branches like the Tagaas, Tanggah, Lotud etc. But we are all Kadazans.”

More names can be mentioned but I feel that these two are sufficient to bring home my point. I will not deny that there are a considerable number of Kadazan who by virtue of circumstances outside their control have in fact forgotten their original name and when asked what race they belong to will answer: Dusun. The word Dusun has been used ever since the Chartered Company first ruled this country, and even before the Chartered Company brought with it a proper form of Government to this country: four or five generations and even more have been born into this world since then and common usage of the word [sic] “Dusun” through all these years has no doubt brought about what I consider one of the most pathetic instances in the Kadazan-Dusun controversy: there have been honest people who told me that they would prefer to be known as Kadazan but they have actually forgotten what they were. “Saya orang suda lupa bah, dan yang say tahu saya orang Dusun sahaja”, they say. It would only be fair to say that the Administrative Officers mentioned earlier in this article must have encountered a number of this “saya sudah-lupa” Kadazans and convinced that because of this the people are in fact Dusuns and not Kadazans.

The more forward looking and better educated Kadazans are beginning to feel that Government prefers not to encourage the use of the name Kadazan (a recent example is when Radio Sabah advertised for a “Dusun translator” for the Kadazan Section) because the word is beginning to take shape as the unifying influence among the so called Dusun people.

Divide and rule? We do not believe this to be true. But we know that many “Dusuns” who gave their race as Kadazan recently have been told that they are Dusuns and “Dusun” is written down in official forms where the race of the individual is required to be given. It is only fair that if an individual prefers to be known as “Dusun” that he be allowed the privilege of classifying himself as such, but on the other hand it is also right that if a Kadazan prefers to be known as Kadazan, no coercion should be used to make him change it to Dusun - or even worse to change it without his consent, as, to my knowledge has been done.

I have been asked whether “your desire to change the name Dusun to Kadazan” has political significance. The answer is simple: I have no desire to change anything; the change will come whether I desire it or not, In fact it is wrong to use the word “change” because all the Kadazans want is to be allowed to revert to their own original name. As for political significance, all I can say is that if the Kadazan everywhere in the country can be united into one solid whole, the Kadazan people will be able to be better position to have their voice properly heard, and given its due weight, and when time comes, they will also then be able to play their part in the affairs of this country in a more fitting manner. That surely should be the desire of all right thinking people in this country.


Thursday, November 1, 2018

TO REALIZE

To realize The value of a sister Ask someone Who doesn't have one.
To realize The value of ten years: Ask a newly Divorced couple.
To realize The value of four years: Ask a graduate.
To realize The value of one year: Ask a student who Has failed a final exam.
To realize The value of nine months: Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.
To realize The value of one month: Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.
To realize The value of one week: Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.
To realize The value of one hour: Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet.
To realize The value of one minute: Ask a person Who has missed the train, bus or plane.
To realize The value of one-second: Ask a person Who has survived an accident.
To realize The value of one millisecond: Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics.
To realize the value of a friend: Lose one.

Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have.

IT HAS BEEN AWHILE..

Have been toying with the idea of giving a fresh look on the label of my favourite waste of time, yeah the MandyNikko Collection Handmade Fashion Accessories. Have not been doing it for quite awhile as was besieged by mental-block with nil creativity. 

My creative partner in crime who used to share this hobby ie my daughter has flown out of the nest for greener pastures and am left bereft of creative juice whatsoever.. lol!  Sweetie, mum misses you... Ah, but of course as she not only took care of the quality of each creation but was also instrumental in coding and writing the description of every item which I deem so tedious.  





some of the items that we did.


Only just recently, I opened the now dusty tinker box that contained the beads and whatnots.  Then I gingerly absentmindedly with eyes still on the dang addictive Korean drama series, tried making a simple earring and then came another one and another. Seems the passion that I used to have is slowly coming back, at least for now hopefully it lasts.. haha.. Have been sending them to a rent-a -box in one of the shops in town. Rent'a-box apparently is the current rage, so why not. The response is at snail-paced but at least they do not lay idle in the tinker box at home.



So have designed a few labels but could not decide on one. 





Monday, December 25, 2017

WISHING EVERYONE A JOYOUS CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR


My eldest expression meeting her old folks for the first time in almost a year...lol! We visiting her at the big city where she resides with her family.

Kiddos and their grand old man last minute shopping.


Yours truly with friends at Christmas dinner where I pigged myself silly with all the delicious arrays of food.

Have a blessed Christmas, be safe, be happy. May this Christmas bring good tidings, prosperity, peace, hope and love.



Thursday, August 31, 2017

NORTH BORNEO SUNSET CRUISES




Throwback pictures with friends, of a charming scenery for an unforgettable evening. The North Borneo Cruise was a 2-hour scenic cruise past the islands of Tunku Abdul Rahman Marine Park, Kota Kinabalu and down the central coast gliding along the city's famous Waterfront. 







Wednesday, August 30, 2017

7 PRAYERS FOR LIFE


Sharing these prayers received from a friend... thank you and may God bless you too..


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Monday, July 31, 2017

A LESSON ON LIFE FROM DAD...



Just sharing this beautiful message received from a friend through WhatsApp which I think also received from someone. Guess it has been around but I feel it is too pretty not to share here.


...Many years ago, after I got married I was sitting on a couch on a hot, humid day, sipping frozen juice during a visit to my father.

As I talked about adult life, marriage, responsibilities, and obligations, my father thoughtfully stirred the ice cubes in his glass and cast a clear, sober look at me.

"Never forget your friends," he advised, "they will become more important as you get older."

"Regardless of how much you love your family and the children you happen to have, you will always need friends. 

Remember to go out with them occasionally, do activities with them, call them ..."

"What strange advice!" I Thought. "I just entered the married world, I am an adult and surely my wife and the family that we will start will be everything I need to make sense of my life."

Yet I obeyed him; Kept in touch with my friends and annually increased their number. Over the years, I became aware that my father knew what he was talking about.

In as much as time and nature carry out their designs and mysteries on a man, friends were the bulwarks of his life.

After 50 years of life, here is what I learned:

Time passes.
Life goes on.
The distance separates.
Children grow up.

Children cease to be children and become independent. 

And to the parents it breaks the heart but the children are separated of the parents.

Jobs come and go.

Illusions, desires, attraction, ....weaken.

People do not do what they should do.

The heart breaks.
The parents die.
Colleagues forget the favors.
The races are over.

But, true friends are always there, no matter how long or how many miles they are.

A friend is never more distant than the reach of a need, barring you, intervening in your favor, waiting for you with open arms or blessing your life.

When we started this adventure called LIFE, we did not know of the incredible joys or sorrows that were ahead. 

We did not know how much we would need from each other. Love your parents, take care of your children, but keep a group of good friends. Dialogue with them but do not impose your criteria. 



Thursday, February 9, 2017

SOME SMALL CHEERS TO THE FOLKS OF THE HOLY FAMILY RESIDENCE, HOME FOR SENIOR CITIZENS

After a lifetime of working, raising families, contributing to the success of the Nation in many ways, Senior Citizens deserve to retire with dignity.

The Charity Visit to Holy Family, Kg Purak, Papar, home for Senior Citizens, handing some small CNY goodies and cheers from us was a humbling experience. Thinking that these inmates were once young beautiful, healthy, energetic, running here and there for their families and it jolted me that one day, I too, soon, will grow as old, God willing, if am fortunate enough or unfortunate. 

My wish is that I would not live too long to outlive my loved ones and become a burden. God willing...





Sister tending to the wounds of an inmate, Ms Tina Rimmer who has made this home 6 months ago. She will be 100 years old this year. More about this remarkable British lady here





Ms Joanna Datuk Kitingan, our Chairman and Miss Sherry-Anne, the State Level Unduk Ngadau 2016 posing for the camera with Ms Tina Rimmer.






Homeward bound - I was drawn to the surreal looking cloud formation and I couldn't resist taking a shot through the screen of our moving car.





Tuesday, January 24, 2017

REFLECTIONS..




Christmas Day came and it went. Then came the new year and now the upcoming Chinese New Year.  It won't be long before the first month of this brand new year  2017 is over. Feels like it is going by like a lightning speed…and umur also meningkat so fast ..haha

Reflecting on the past year,  I had some terrific times and some challenging ones. But who doesn't, for how can one appreciate the good times if one did not experience the bad times, right.  Those are part and parcel of life.. uisehh.. suddenly feeling philosophical ni.  
 But how does one know if it was good or not. Sometimes we have the tendency to focus on the bad sides but forget to remember the positive or good times.  To reflect, I prefer to focus on those things that I am thankful for. It could be a small thing - a meeting of old friends or classmates or even a snap of some lovely and unique moments with my hp camera.

I have a lot to be thankful for really. I have my family, my extended families, relatives, friends and I made some new terrific friends.  I've travelled to a few places. All these I attribute to blessings from God.



Happy Chinese New Year, may the year of the rooster brings love, goodwill, prosperity, good health and peace to all. Kong Hee Fatt Choy..

HEALTH HEALTH, WHERE ARE YOU?

Oh for goodness sake, enough of that Siti Nurhaliza song already. Someone in the neighbourhood has been spinning SN's cd for the umptee...