A birthday, a reunion and a funeral

Last Saturday my wife and I attended Melcome’s daughter, Penelope Cloe’s 5th years old birthday. It was my first visit to Melcome an Alexia’s house since they’d moved back to Kuching from Penang. Melcome’s house’s is located around Stapok area and believe me, it’s like going around a round about without finding the way out of it. We we’re lost! Thank God we have cellphone nowadays otherwise we would have to search for a public phone and it will delay the party. Thru phone, Mel directed me until I found his big residency. Then its Simon and Lennisia’s turn then John’s. At that time, Aidan and Judy, Aaron and Regina were already arrived. I saw lots of children inside the house and Melcome’s mom was there too. David, Zamery and Alan arrived seconds later. Wah… this is not only a Birthday party but it is also our reunion from USM batched 1999-2000 I reckoned. Too bad Henry and yuhanna and Jusijo were not around. Otherwise it will complete the empty seats. J That evening, apart from the birthday party, I had time chatting with my long lost friends. I think it has been more than 10 years I have not meet John and David Andrew. They are doing so well I life and also in every factors. I can say each one of us already contribute to the society and though some of us have no children YET, it doesn’t mean that our live is boring, but we look it at different way and perspective. Some of us even don’t want children and some of us are not ready to become parents. So time factor is important here. The Friday night ended well around 11PM. everyone were so happy and of course exchanging numbers thru cellphones so that we can see the pictures taken thru phones. Facebook is not a strange word tho. Everyone has it.

----- Sunday Afternoon ---

I saw blood everywhere when I open the fron gate. Gosh what happened here? I immediately walked to the patio where I saw Kate was lying helplessly, the eyes have no response to the rays if light but I believe she still could here me talking to her. Kate’s tounge was half damaged due to her own action. Yes, she was spiritually and mentally dead but physically still alive. She doesn’t feel what ever she did to herself including bitting her own tounge until it bleeded so badly. Kate was no longer herself starting that afternoon. I saw my wife was struggling in everyway to help her. I myself was so allergic to see a massive ammount of blood wanted to faint at first, but I pray for strength to support my wife. I called my brother and with difficulties talking and crying, I murmered slowly to him; Word by word; “just put Kate to sleep because she’s in pain. “ That was the hardest decision I ever made in my whole life but that was the best for Kate. The vet came half and our later and he carried the serum to put Kate to sleep forever.

When the Vet arrived, my feelings became mixture. Should we just let Kate go or should we give her another chance… I whisper to my wife by looking at Kate’s condition, ther’s no way for for Kate to live without a propper tounge because she needs tounge during eating and drinking. Surprisingly my wife was with me. WE agreed to let her go though it was very difficult to us both. But we have no choice realy no choice… The Vet turns Kate facing the heart and inject her heart with the killing jap and within seconds, Kate did not move at all. The vet declared Kate died around 4.00pm local time.

The weather started to be gloomy and windy. My wife started to dig a hole just near to the place where Kate was born. I started to do the cleaning and burn the newspaper which was full with Kate’s blood. We were alone at that time. Even Dresden and Brussles didn’t bark as usual yet they were as quiet as the mouse. After everything was settled, the rain poured down like cats and dogs. The thunder strikes everywhere. We took the opportunty to rest and I fall a sleep.

Time flies so fast. IT was already 7pm. I sat at the dining table while my wife made a cup of coffee. The rain outside was subsiding but the condition inside the house was tensed. My eyes were red and wattery and out of a sudden, my wife came to me and hugged me so tight. We burst into tears. I was so released and I let everything drained out of me. Same went to my wife. We do really missed kate but God loves her more. We will missed her company during bed time, we will missed her tantrums during meal time and we will not see her waiting for us when we come back from work. She’s clever, intelligent, smart, palyful, adorable and she’s my third dog that I have besides Dresden and Brussels. We named her Kate, borned on the 8th or May 2011, name taken from Princess Catherine married to Prince William somewhere in April this year..

Rest in Peace Kate

8th May 2011 – 2nd October 2011

The GIANT- NEW HYPERMART

Hari Raya holidays is until this Sunday and for me, I really enjoyed this festives season so much! I took the chance to move around. Currenlty I’m watching Yuna singing in ASTRO, tribute to P.Ramlee. She sang quite well and I know this song is very difficult to sing by everyone but believe me, she hit every notes correctly! Vince, Aizat and Jack Victor were fabulous.
I went to Giants which was only 3 days old at that time and as usual, sea of people was expected. I have no intention to buy anything since I don’t need anything at the moment so it was a window shoping with mom and Ezra. So I decided not only to sight seeing, but to wathc gthe gastures, attitude and the gimmicks people of Kuching!
First shop I went to is the LEA SHOE STORE. I was glad that immediately I was being entertained by the shop assistant. But not up to 2 minutes I was being escorted, a lady bitch abruplty pulled her away from me while I was talking with her. I could not believe it! Can’s she called other people to help her instead? Not to cause any chaos, I rushly went out and try to cool down. Thank God that I’m in control of the situation! To that lady bitch, just stay being bitch because the world is boring without your kind!
Then I walked away and still on my mission which is to sight seeing things and peoples. So I saw the OGAWA massage chair promotion… Hmm, not bad got promotion somemore. So the shop assistant was really trying hard to get me on the chair for trial, but at the same time, his handphone kept on ringing which disturb my mood and my interest to the massage chair. In a glimpse I was no where to be seen. Today he lost a potential customer. If he does that everytime, he will be running out of business. So, my advice to that shop assistant, one potential customer is better than no buyer at all because the potential customer might become the buyer one fine day if you treat him well!
Gosh, I had enough… there are many kind of people here and there. Most of the time it’s good to be polite and show our high civic minded especially when mixing with people with different gender, races and age. Respect others if you want people to do like wise and by doing this, everyone is happy to live in Kuching… Just my 2 cents.

Happy 35th Birthday Abet!

Good morning and Wish me Happy Birthday WORLD…

I woke quite early today, thanks to Kate who never fails to knock my bedroom's door... I think i had the best sleep lst night due to i owned and conquer the whole edges of the bed since wife was away.. After feeding the dogs with the dog's food.

But to my surprised morning was disturbbed by some unwanted conversation with some equipment engineer who, never say thank you even after we help them doing something extra… by raising your voice doesn’t mean you know everything! It really showed how shallow your mind is and how stink your breath was to me!!

Shoo.. go away.. I don’t have time to entertain clown like you!

Around 10am, I went out to Kuching town, trying to release my stress, but it turn out to be the other way due to the trafic jam, bad jam in Kuching… I arrived back at the company around 11.30am, but at least I feel relief a little bit…

Happy Birthday to me and let me calculate, 2011-1976 = 35 years old. Let me google some quote for a men of 35..

Very few people do anything creative after the age of thirty-five. The reason is that very few people do anything creative before the age of thrity-five.
- Joel Hildebrand

Hmmm, something to ponder upon… Here’s my favourite..

It takes a long time to become young.
- Pablo Picasso

I agree kind of agree with Picasso. When I was young and naughty ( but still a good boy), time really stood still. It seems like ages for day turn into night… hehehhee…
_________________________ yawn – lunch__________________________

Phew… my handphone keep on receiving Birthday wishes every minutes since last night, either from Face book or sms. Infact I get a free sms-ing from Celcom due to my birthday today. Around 3 pm, there were 2 unexpected person came to me. The first one was our company CEO, yes the top guy in this very company. He came to me while I was reading malaysia kini doing my work on the computer.

CEO: Happy birthday Davidson!
I turned my head and try to be calm due to no 1 VIP is infront of me.
Birthday Boy: Thank you sir. ( try to be calm and awake)
CEO: So.. it is 25? 30 y ears old?
BB: No its 16 sir..( huhuhu, I laugh at myself)
CEO: LOL and wal away…

This made my collegues turn to me and told me how lucky I was to have such a conversation with the top guy of the company…. Ya, after a bad morning, I answered them…
Few minutes later another unknown person came to me and shook my hand. I thought he wanted to wish birthday to me so I smile and before I knew it….
Unknown: Davidson, thank you very much!
BB: You are welcome, so.. (I was thinking how he knows my name)
Unknown: My last day today, I’m going to Singapore..
BB: Oh, is It.. (Opss..) All the best to you!
Unknown: Thank you!

Then my Black berry rings…. Oh it was my sister… so we chat …. Wah.. this year my birthday is so different compare to the other years.. or maybe I never realised my birthday was previously always different and unique. That’s the problem if one takes thing for granted… you’ll missed the most remarkable days in your life… But not for this year. I treasure every moment that I have until I jadi pelupa la… hmmm one more hour to go back.

My dear wife is still in kampung. I missed her since yesterday. I’m not what happens tonight… whether is there any candle blowing or not… hmm, seriously, it’s just like whether tomorrow is Hari Raya or not… same case…. Heheheheh…

The Malays too are unhappy over what is happening. What an Embarrassment

By Capt.Iskandar Dzulkarnain

Tun Dr Mahathir was Prime Minister of Malaysia for 22 years. All of us lived under his leadership during his tenure, and many of us have come to admire him and regard him with our deepest respect, for what he had done for the country.

His Vision 2020, the Look East Policy, the Multimedia Super Corridor, the Internet and his efforts to industrialize the country has brought countless prosperity to our nation.

Lately, we see a sudden about turn to his speeches and rhetorics. Many who listened with interest to his sermons, are alarmed at the vast distortion of everything he has tried to impress upon us in the past. He is beginning to sound incoherent, with a tinge of cynicism. The great empire he built in the last 22 years is slowly unravelling, crumbling, torn asunder by the words that spew forth from his mouth. Everyone, who knows him in the past, is becoming disappointed in what he holds dear to.

At his age, we expect the Grand Old Vizier with wide political experience to advise us, and tell us where we went wrong, and to correct us. To warn us of the pitfalls of racism, corruption and to protect this country from tearing itself apart. Lately, many of his speeches have been met with disgust as he keeps on levelling criticism on the different races. Even Singapore was not spared.

His latest speech that Malaysia belongs to the Malays, that Malays think 1Malaysia is about abolishing vernacular schools, and that Chinese and Indians think that 1Malaysia means abolishing Malay Rights, is really hurtful and hard to swallow.

Today, he is championing Malay Rights. He is angry that Non-Malays are questioning these rights. He is also angry that Malays themselves are questioning these so-called Rights. he wants the other races to acknowledge that the Dominant Malays are the rightful heirs to this country called Malaysia. It is an embarrassment to the Malays. What special rights is he talking about? If the Malays have benefited from it, why have the Malays not advanced any further?

All these years, the Special Rights has only led the Malays to acknowledge that it is only a big pie in the sky.
If the Malays has Special Rights, why are the Malays still lagging behind? Did anybody actually accorded the Malays these Rights in the past? Did the Malays reject these Rights, so much so that they are now living in utter poverty?

Can someone start going around and bestow this Rights upon the Malays right now?

As far as we know, we never had any Rights!!! Only the Chinese and Indians think we have Special Rights.
They can do and go where they want. Can a Malay drink where he wants? Can a Malay eat what and where he wants? Can a Malay believe in whatever God he wants, like the Chinese and Indians?
No, he can't. He has no rights!

To have rights means to have freedom to do what you want. It seems that the Chinese and Indians and the other races seem to have more rights than us Malays.

Most Malays don't give two hoots about Tanah Melayu, Ketuanan Melayu or Special Rights, because it does not exist. We just want a decent life, job, a brighter, predictable future and the Right to practice our religion free of oppression. We are a loosely knitted race that comprises mixed Javanese, Sumatran, Indian, Hunanese, Thai, and Middle East blood bound together by our religion Islam. And yet in the INTERLOK novel we branded other communities as Pariahs.

Why, why, why???

Being good Muslims, why must we insult other races???


And if there is a Special Right, I think I would want to have the Right to mingle freely with our Chinese and Indian friends, step into a church and listen with interest to their choirs singing Christmas Carols, drop by a Chinese temple, and observe the monks chanting their mantras, or to an Indian Temple to see how they worship. And to drop by the Pub, for a glass of cold Coke, without feeling a little peculiar.

I want the right to tell all our fellow citizens that we do not harbour any ill will against them, that we are just like them and that we will always stand by them.

22 years in power, and yet so many of us Malays still live in misery. We are not asking for utter riches, just a decent life, but many Malays still live in utter misery, except the Super rich UMNOPutras. And in the last election, many disappointed Malays were abandoning BN in droves.

Lastly, keep this in mind, 99 percent of Malaysians are not racist. We are too busy living our lives than to check on our neighbours. It is the one percent who are UMNOputras desperately clinging on to power, and who will do anything at any cost, even selling their souls to the devil, that is causing all this ruckus about Racism in this country.

Malays, in their right minds are not going to support this bunch of losers. That is why they say that the Malays are split between UMNO and PAS. And the blame was put on poor old Nik Aziz, who became the scapegoat for splitting the Malays.

Really BN and it's UMNOputras must go!

Gawai... Before and After

Pejam celik pejam celik, half of the year has passed by. Time runs so quickly when you are an adult compare to when you are still a kid. It was like only yesterday for everything. I don’t know how many of you ever encounter what I’ve experience. But I confirmed it was not a déjàvu nor a dream or visions. Just cancel this sentence cos ‘m too lazy to elaborate and explain. My body structure has change a lot lately. It is expanding to the front and all the muscles became fat. If the x men are searching for its mutant group, perhaps I want to be counted in and what is my special ability? Hmmm sensing food from a far and then eat the food… does this count to be an x men? Since I’m not a mutant, maybe they will kill me on the spot and eat me semi alive, hhuhhuu…
I think I should start from the Gawai day event. 2 weeks before Gawai, Doli, Andy and mom went to kampong to do some research on my ancestor and to capture some images of the ground zero, our long house location. It was a hard activity due to limited resources and not one of Toda’s family can speak and communicate in Bidayuh and this include me. But wait… I can count in bidayuh and here’s some word that is very familiar to me; tebik, pu an, doj ku pu an, meting, man, mamuh, mboh, tekik, turoi, bagak, juk ke doh? Bayuh, Sebayuh, Skura, diki, any don mu?, kobos, boos, samak, sinduk, babai, dayung, dayak, mejeng, sok and I think Mr Sanuk will complete my list. Enough for that... I feel terrible though!! Need to practice more even If I have to talk to Kate. Talking about Kate, she’s getting bigger, naughtier and prettier. Sho loves to bite peoples with her sharp long toothed. I think I need to buy a bigger cage for those 3 to avoid all three from escaping frequently especially Bruxels who tend to get pregnant again.

1st day of Gawai, we visited kampong as usual But this time it was extra ordinary because my brother Igat brought his fiancé together with us. It was really a difference experience for Mae I guess. As a Philippine it could be her 1st time to celebrate Gawai and to dance poco-poco. Not to have a heavy and full stomach, Nigel and I try to control our intake especially at the opening house and so on. Usually, base on the past years data; I’m always full when I reached the 3rd home and when I’m full, I tend to nag due to the unease feeling and before we reached the 4th house, we heading home… This would always spoilt my dad’s mood and to the others as well, including me lah. So this year, I think the method works. FYI the only food which I long for are the combination of lemang and curry or lemang and rendang or lemang and pansoh and drink would always be coca cola or zapple. That’s it! Not more not less! No beer please. Wine or Tuak - According to my mood. I will tapau the food or drinks if I like it soooo damn much! No hesitation to be shy!! You can call me whatever you want! So in total, we visited 7 houses and it was more that a 100% increase!!!

Our Gawai days cointinue with the celebration of Sanub’s generation Gawai Day gathering at Kuching Park hotel. It was our family turn to organize it online. I think we did well, with 13 tables all together and all relatives came except for Wellino’s famlily whom can be excused due to some reason. ( I feel like to eat bread and peanut butter now!!!)

To be continued….. Gawao mood mode still ON: