Hehe.. I know it’s not as simple as that… But for me, an hour or two (sometimes more) of being left to my own imagination and being allowed to fantasize my own world… It’s precious…
Read, because it’s the key to knowledge…. True enough… Even the Qur’an stated that… Iqra’…
Mom’s love has no clause,
Not because of the mirror, nor the blue eyes,
Not because of the bank, nor the $$$… hehe…
Sometimes I wonder, how my mom can do so many things at a time… She’s a chauffeur, a cook, a friend, a protector, a teacher, a nurse and the list goes on… Now I’ve found the answer… It’s love… Unconditional love…
Emak, you’re my hero!!!
For me… This book is very dark… Full of unfortunate events… And at times, funny… I can’t say much except for this… READ it… hehe
One of the many quotes in this book that I liked…
“He says,you have to study and so that you can make up your own mind about history and everything else but you can’t make up an empty mind. So stock your mind, stock your mind, stock your mind. It is your house of treasure and no one in the world can interfere with it. If you won the Irish Sweepstakes and bought a house that needed furniture would you fill it with bits and pieces of rubbish? Your mind is your house and if you fill it with rubbish, it will rot in your head. You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind, is a palace.”
What else can I say? I’m looking for the sequel, ‘Tis…
During this journey, I’ve met a lot of people, both people I know and I don’t know… Different people from those who are pleasant and those who are really annoying… But who am I to judge them? hehe… They are all unique for sure…
Also, I learned things… Which I may write in my other posts later… But no promises, k?
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
By Maya Angelou
bored…
Menara KL amidst nature…
I continued walking… And I arrived at the so called ‘Little India’, which is situated very near to Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman or specifically Jalan Tun Sambanthan… It’s so noisy and loud… But not in a disturbing way… It’s cheerful and vibrant… Where Saris of different colours lined the street… The smell of incense dominated the place…
Li’l India
The entrance to P.S.
By the way… My leg hurts…
my report regarding Bakti Kenyalang… So if you guys are looking for a full report, you are looking at the wrong place! You should go to kyuemmuscom.blogspot.com instead…
So I arrived at Kuching… They say that Japanese really abide to the law… Here, the same thing happened… If you want to cross through the zebra line, I guarantee that you don’t have to wait for the traffic to stop because they surely will… Basically it amazed me…
From Kuching, my journey continued… My next destination is Spaoh, a town situated deep within the dense forest of Sarawak… The ride by bus was very bumpy… At some point I felt like riding a roller-coaster… The journey took 6 hours away from me…
Finally, we arrived at Spaoh… My presentiment about Spaoh being backwards and the people there being not affluent is totally wrong… The houses there are big… even bigger than my house… Some of them are very fluent in English… One of the foster families has a Hilux and a Toyota Celica… Most homes has Astro or “the Dish” (Satellite dish which are bigger than Astro’s)… OK… enough complements… I just don’t want to be ‘Indah Khabar Dari Rupa’…
Second Day
Today we’re organising the English Workshop… The students that Sarip, Dollah and me taught, honestly, have poor English… They find it real hard to follow the Subject-Verb Agreement… So, as in the essay writing, language is the priority, we decided to teach them grammar… I don’t what is wrong with them… They hardly asked any questions… Do they feel inferior? Maybe they have understood… Are they not interested? I don’t know… Maybe the strangers barrier is still very strong… What I learned today is that good intention is not enough to help… There’ll be needs for suitable conditions and the willingness (or readiness I should say) from the people that we’re trying to help… What can I do that time is just to believe and have faith in them…
Third Day
Today is just the gotong royong and blood donation day… Nothing special happened…
Fourth day
At 3.30 a.m. I was awaken by the ruckus made by the people staying with me… Someone had just got goiter… I felt pain under my right arm, near my armpit… The pain is different… It’s extra painful… I thought it’s just a very big red ant or anything harmless, so I moved from the floor to sleep on the bed… At 5.30 a.m., I woke up and the pain is as strongly felt as ever (something unusual for an ant bite)… A few moments after that, Afiq and Anas found this in my room…
I learned from Tengku Faris (the one who was suspected having goiter) that he was bitten by something, at his neck (most probably the centipede)… I then checked the place I was stung and noticed two puncture holes… Hehe… They were caused by the centipede… Trust me… It’s big…
Then I Pak Cik came… mumbled something and recited some Quranic verses… He took some of his saliva and rubbed it on… Then he rubbed the wound with some substance… Magically, the pain started to reside… But still I have to go to the clinic, just in case… Got one jab and some painkillers…
Fifth Day
Nothing special in particular…
Sixth day
Honestly I’m getting lazier an lazier as this post goes on… Hehe… well that’s that I guess…
Pekan Spaoh
What I had in the plane
At Kuching, near Pasar SatokRight now, I’m sitting in my room, alone… Just now,I put some finishing touches to my video…
So I guess this would be my last post for now… Because I don’t think there’ll be any Internet connection in Spaoh… Nonetheless, do expect my return to the scene on next Sunday…
Lastly, do pray for my safe journey… And I love you all!!!
Bye… Assalamualaikum…
