I was listening to the radio and the topic the Radio DJ asked listeners was to give their questions in regards to the finalists of the Unduk Ngadau (Harvest Festival). It is about their IQ or knowledge about the KadazanDusun custom and cultures. There were some listeners giving a very good question but mostly gave humorous question. That is how important the Unduk Ngadau is to the KadazanDusun due to the fact that almost all the villages celebrate the month long celebration after the end of the harvesting time.
Unduk Ngadau is the process of selecting a beautiful girl in remembrance of Huminodun which pertains to sacrifice of the beautiful girl, the only begotten daughter.
According to the Kadazandusun genesis story, Huminodun was sacrificed as an offering to the great earth so that the people will have seeds for planting and there will food for the KadazanDusun people.
What question should I ask to the Unduk ngadau contestants if you are one of the judges? That was the question posed by the DJ to the listeners. There were many questions suggested but the most significant question should be the ability of the contestants to master of their mother tongue that is any of the KadazanDusun dialect wherever district they come from. It is a worrying to the KadazanDusun people that the mother tongue eroding significantly at a fast pace and in a very short time the KadazanDusun will lost its identity.
Before we lost it we should start speaking our language to our children so that our identity, custom and cultures are protected alongside with the progress of our people in this multi racial society of this country, Malaysia.
Select Unduk Ngadau Queen who can speak KadazanDusun fluently.
KOTOBIAN TADAU TAGAZO DO KAAMATAN
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
A DAY FULL OF DRAMA
1. Chicken Rice Juara
Yesterday was a testing day of my temper as well as a very challenging time of my life with occurrence that need some thinking and poise to passed that phase challenging occurrence.
I decided not to attend a wedding reception after reception during the weekend to attend to some important matter. After waiting for nearly two hours after the promised time and without receiving any call, I decided that any call later will definitely cancelled it. It was around 2.00 pm that I felt my stomach need to fill up and decided to look for a very fast food outlet and decided to have Chicken rice at the Chicken rice Juara cafe at Donggongon Township.
It was a self service outlet and I ordered fried chicken rice with Lemon ice tea for my drink and was told to have my seat and pay later. I was a bit angry of the failed appointment and it boiled down to my temper at that point of time but still manage to control it. I was waiting for my food and did not mind for that long wait as I thought that they were busy at that time. As I was waiting for my food, a couple entered and ordered and get their food right away. They were seated right in front of me and I was aghast with it as I was there waiting for a long time. I stood and left the outlet without so much fuss. If I did not control my temper, I should have shouted at the person who took my order and let them say sorry to me.
The problem with a cafe manned by the local people (Bumiputra) is their poor service. That is why people will look for a Chinese restaurant instead. Who will want to visit a local restaurant if the service stinks.
You are not a Champion Chicken Rice Cafe.
2. Devil verses Pray Over
I was watching a Korean Drama when I was called by my niece that her mother was having mental breakdown and asked me to come to their house. She was upstairs of the house and asked her of her problem. She said that my late father was calling her and she wanted to be with him. My sister’s house is very near to a cemetery. She was trying to leave the house but we managed to block her path. I decided to bring her home after her children asked me to do so and manage to persuade her to enter the car with both her children on her side.
She still wanted to leave the house and my old aged mother was blurred of what was going on but I tried to tell her that her daughter was not feeling well. I called my elder sister and explained to her and I need them to performed with us all for a pray over. It was almost 10.00 PM and she would be there after taking her bath.
My brother in-law and elder sister started the pray over with me still trying to lit candle used during Easter vigil when my sick sister shouted;
Sister : You want to burn me? Going away .... You burnt me.... going away.
We supported by placing our hands on the back of my elder sister and brother in-law and pray with them and at the same time my brother in-law had sprinkled holy water to her. We prayed until she slept and later we pray the rosary. Praise the lord.
It was midnight when my niece tried to wake her up to take some food but decline but she was surprised that she was at home and slept again. My nephew went home after finding their mother normal again for their bath and one of them came back later.
It was an eerie experience for me to experience such thing and indeed I was somewhat able to control the situation without showing fear of whatever we encountered. It is the faith to the almighty that we were able fight off whatever the devil intends to do with my sister.
Matthew 7:7 "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.
Psalm 9:10 Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.
Yesterday was a testing day of my temper as well as a very challenging time of my life with occurrence that need some thinking and poise to passed that phase challenging occurrence.
I decided not to attend a wedding reception after reception during the weekend to attend to some important matter. After waiting for nearly two hours after the promised time and without receiving any call, I decided that any call later will definitely cancelled it. It was around 2.00 pm that I felt my stomach need to fill up and decided to look for a very fast food outlet and decided to have Chicken rice at the Chicken rice Juara cafe at Donggongon Township.
It was a self service outlet and I ordered fried chicken rice with Lemon ice tea for my drink and was told to have my seat and pay later. I was a bit angry of the failed appointment and it boiled down to my temper at that point of time but still manage to control it. I was waiting for my food and did not mind for that long wait as I thought that they were busy at that time. As I was waiting for my food, a couple entered and ordered and get their food right away. They were seated right in front of me and I was aghast with it as I was there waiting for a long time. I stood and left the outlet without so much fuss. If I did not control my temper, I should have shouted at the person who took my order and let them say sorry to me.
The problem with a cafe manned by the local people (Bumiputra) is their poor service. That is why people will look for a Chinese restaurant instead. Who will want to visit a local restaurant if the service stinks.
You are not a Champion Chicken Rice Cafe.
2. Devil verses Pray Over
I was watching a Korean Drama when I was called by my niece that her mother was having mental breakdown and asked me to come to their house. She was upstairs of the house and asked her of her problem. She said that my late father was calling her and she wanted to be with him. My sister’s house is very near to a cemetery. She was trying to leave the house but we managed to block her path. I decided to bring her home after her children asked me to do so and manage to persuade her to enter the car with both her children on her side.
She still wanted to leave the house and my old aged mother was blurred of what was going on but I tried to tell her that her daughter was not feeling well. I called my elder sister and explained to her and I need them to performed with us all for a pray over. It was almost 10.00 PM and she would be there after taking her bath.
My brother in-law and elder sister started the pray over with me still trying to lit candle used during Easter vigil when my sick sister shouted;
Sister : You want to burn me? Going away .... You burnt me.... going away.
We supported by placing our hands on the back of my elder sister and brother in-law and pray with them and at the same time my brother in-law had sprinkled holy water to her. We prayed until she slept and later we pray the rosary. Praise the lord.
It was midnight when my niece tried to wake her up to take some food but decline but she was surprised that she was at home and slept again. My nephew went home after finding their mother normal again for their bath and one of them came back later.
It was an eerie experience for me to experience such thing and indeed I was somewhat able to control the situation without showing fear of whatever we encountered. It is the faith to the almighty that we were able fight off whatever the devil intends to do with my sister.
Matthew 7:7 "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.
Psalm 9:10 Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
UNTIL DEATH DO US APART
I read this interesting stories and would like to share especially those who are married.
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory
answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of
release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several Weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bed room to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote,
I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank ,blah..blah..blah.
These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory
answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of
release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several Weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bed room to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote,
I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank ,blah..blah..blah.
These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
COMPUTER PROBLEM – TIP OF THE DAY
Yesterday my office computer suddenly blackout and I was furious as my monthly report was all ready to be send as it was already late. I called the unit concern to fix my computer and at the same time brief them the symptom of the problem. They suspected a hardware problem and they will forward my complaint to our computer vendor for their further action.Our company vendor from Kuala Lumpur called me and briefs her about the problems and symptoms. As I was driving home the company representative from Singapore called me about the same thing and I told him to call me tomorrow as I was not in the office.
It was before 9.00 am that he called me and once again asked about the symptoms of which there was a red alarm and a five beeping sound followed by a short interval and start again. He told me to open up the PC and remove and re-insert back the RAM card and power up the computer. After power up the computer it booted perfectly and running again. The representative advice me to reboot the computer again before going back to confirm it is working without problem.
If it was a personal computer and you are someone that only knows how to use the computer just like me, you would find your way to the computer service shop for assistance and would be paying quite a sum for their services.
Next time you find your computer having the same symptoms, just remove the RAM card and re-insert and hopefully it will boot-up again.
BE SATISFIED OF WHAT YOU GOT
I was relaxing at home during the weekend and at the same time surfing the internet when I received one SMS from a relative asking where to buy cake at that particular area as he was asked to get one for his grandmother. Usually it is done by the ladies to buy it as they are more ‘qualified’ to buy the best cakes. The cake was for the Mother’s day gathering at their grandmother’s residence. Since he doesn’t have a car so I volunteered to accompanied him for purchasing the cake but he reminded me that his birthday falls on that day also.Before fetching him, I bought a cake to surprise him for his birthday but just leave it plain without birthday wording written on it. I asked the shop assistant to give me two prepared wording that you just stick on the cake, one with mother’s day and another Happy Birthday’s as I thought he would share the cake with the mothers.
He insisted to have the happy birthday wording inscribe on the cake after I gave him the cake. He bought a smaller cake for the mothers instead.
It was a day after mother’s day when I called him and he thanks me for the chocolate cake.
Relative : Grandma gets a big Cake for Mother’s day.
Me: Give chance to your Grandma to enjoy getting big cake as time is not on her side. You have a lot of time to get all the big cakes as you’re still young.
Relative : He he it’s true.
Moral of the story : Be satisfied of what you have attained and let others enjoy especially the elders.
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