Lester Called June 9, 2009
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Lester, our engkabang.net portal member, called me at 4.00 p.m. today, telling me that he and his family made a short stop in Betong. It was his first time coming to Betong, as he and his family was on their way back from Kuching to Roban. As Lester is from Miri, and his wife is from Roban, I learned that there’s no reason for him to come to Betong. But it was me who had suggested to him that he should drop by whenever he has the time. I was glad he and his family had made it today for stopping in the town. Unfortunately I did not have the chance to meet them as my wife had used our car to meet her sister at a sewing workshop. But Lester did not mind I could not meet him, as he said that they were just looking around the town. We greeted each other Happy Gawai over the phone before he hang up.
Gawai Dayak 2009 June 5, 2009
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This year’s Gawai Dayak the family still maintain it’s tradition where everyone comes home. Chester arrived on May 29 from Song. My daughter, Fionula and her husband, Dalton on the May 31st. Seeing eveyone present around the dinning table was delightful. Mum’s place was once again filled with laughters and joy. I could see that everyone was happy. That night, my family and I went to Buloh Antu to join my brother-in-law, Ken and his family celebrating the Gawai.
The next day, June 1st, we went back to mum’s place downtown. Upon reaching home, Chester, and I decided to see our sister in Pais, Skrang and we went there around 10 a.m. in his Kenari. We had a good times in Pais. By 1 p.m., we returned to mum’s place. Upon reaching home, we told mum that we are going to Stambak Ulu to join the Stambakians celebrating the Gawai. It took us about 10 minutes to reach the longhouse. There, we joined our cousins, Ansi and Jenir and the other families celebrating. By 10 p.m., Chester, mum and I returned home – exhausted!
June 2nd, everyone seems tired of yesterday’s booze. Sis Suzie and her family came from Pais. Chester suggested that the three of us and the other family members would have a simple barbeque outside mum’s house. And once again, the Gawai “mood” rolled back. Chester invited our cousin, Philip, and his family from Entanak to join the barbeque that evening. On that evening too, right after the barbeque (an a steamboat ‘meal’), Fionula and her husband, hit the road back to Kuching.
On June 4th, Suzie and her family left for Kuching, and today, June 5th, Chester was the last person to leave for Song. Despite my brother’s and sister’s departure, the Gawai ‘mood’ is still felt by my family and I. From this point, we are looking forward to meet again next Gawai season.
Gong Xi Fa Cai January 23, 2009
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Wishing all my Chinese brethrens nation- and worldwide a very Happy Chinese New Year. Gong Xi Fa Cai, brothers and sisters. Our school holiday would be on Monday and Tuesday (26th & 27th January). The school admin did not apply for occasional holidays as there are no Chinese staff or students in the school. We did not mind as the long school holiday has ended about three weeks ago. Our neighbour, SMK St. Augustine, will be having a week long holiday, from 26th January – 1st February 2009.
At the point of writing, I have yet to decide on what my family and I would do during the CNY holiday. Visiting nearby Chinese friends is one of the family’s ‘obligations’. This year, my wife had decided to join her sister, Maria, to visit their friends in Engkilili. Am not sure whether to join them or not.
Coming Home for Christmas December 23, 2008
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Chester, my younger brother, called me from Bintulu. Told me that he would be home for Christmas. He also told me to call Juliana, to come home, as he could not reach her by phone. I told Chester that Juliana and her family had just left for Serian a day ago after a very brief visit to Betong. After a brief conversation over the phone, Chester insisted me to call Juliana asking her to come to Betong for Christmas. I was wondering, is Chester having something in his mind this season? Could it be regarding our bilik in Stambak Ulu? … or something else. Only God knows. What I know for sure is that, Chester is missing all of us all these while. He longs for a ‘once in a while’ family gathering.

Chester's eldest daughter
… And Going … July 3, 2008
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I simply left my earlier post unedited, just to remind myself that I am coming back to WordPress.
2005 – my car-pool mates (i.e. Nicholas, Fedmek and Agnes) and I were still attached to OUM. Twice a month, and trips were killing us. Last year, which was our 1st year, we did not know that we could apply for slots adjustments. We had to hit the road from Betong as early as 3 a.m to enable us to attend the 8 a.m. tutorial. Prior to 3 a.m. none of us could catch our sleep as early as 1 a.m. So, just imagine that – slept at 1 a.m., woke up at 2.30 a.m., and started the journey at 3 a.m.! It was an average of 4 hour driving. Lack of sleep but had to focus our minds on the road. In the evening we used to make our way back home at around 4 p.m. Sometimes it was earlier, but most of the times – as early as 5 p.m. By the time we reached Serian town, it it was already dusk. Driving home for another 3 hours. Simply imagine, when we reached home (Betong) our families were asleep. We used to joke – “leaving home (heading for Kuching) in the dark, and reaching home (Betong) in the dark too”. As time flew, we managed to seek help from the admin on adjusting our tutorial slots so as to enable us to catch the second slot which began at 10.15 a.m. The admin nodded and on the rest of the tutorial days, we hit the road between 6 – 6.30 a.m. Everyone felt relieved. Everyone slept as much as he/she could the night before.
2006 – My third year in OUM and the courses got tougher than the previous years. Yes, it got tougher. We had to read and write for our TESL major courses (i.e. introduction to reading, writing, speaking and listening, and on teachings of reading, writing, speaking and listening skills). Reading alone would have ‘killed’ us, but assignments and short notes had helped us very much in our exams. That is learning. To understand better, one must read and write, or at least scribble. By the way, despite having this blog, it has been my habit for not preparing a draft prior to publishing, or rather, presenting. It has been my (poor) habit to start my writing and end it just like that! Any reader would notice that there are numerous mistakes and errors in my postings but let us conclude that, these postings are merely spontaneous and have meanings (or messages) in them. Let’s disregard the grammatical elements. It was not intended to offend the beautiful English language but rather delivering the gist of the post. And, that was why I have tried to observe and preserve the proper grammar usage as much as I can.
Year 2006 too saw how my daughter, Fionula, had showed her determination sitting for her Form Six exams. My wife and I had always encouraged and motivated her all throughout the year, alongside her younger siblings (i.e. Trevor, Timothy and Theophilus). Assisting her with the Malaysian University English Test (MUET) subject was easy, since I am a TESL student myself (oops! sorry, this is not a show-off). I found that she improved a lot in that subject as my wife and I had always checked her report card regularly. She used to score good marks for the subject. Unlike writing, teaching the language with the text-book in your hand is pretty much easier, where all the ‘rules’ of the language is at hand. You’ll look professional especially when you ’spice-up’ the facts in the book with a bit of elaboration in you own words! Sounds great, is not it?
The Show Must Go On July 2, 2008
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January 2004 – My friends (Nicholas Ajan, Fedmek, Agnes) and I went to OUM office in Kuching for registration. Nicholas, Fedmek and I went there a day earlier, so we had decided to stay at my cousin’s (Edward Langie Kadam’s) place at Batu Kawa, Kuching. The following morning, the three of us packed our things and made our way to OUM which was located at Jalan Simpang Tiga. There we met old friends, mostly college mates, who were also grabbing the opportunity to join the varsity. Amazing! All of us who came that day were working adults, so none felt embarrassed of being ‘too old’ or ‘too late’ to study. Excitement and anxiety filled the air. The whole morning was packed with briefings by officials from OUM and our MOE. In the afternoon, we proceeded to our respective lecture rooms to meet our tutors. They all delivered almost the same ‘theme’ in their lecture and it was very interesting, or rather, motivating. By 5 p.m. that day, and the final tutorial slot was over, my friends and I made our way back home to Betong. The 4 hour ride back home was full of anxieties, visions, dreams, just name it! But we told ourselves that trips like this one would end by 2008. In other words, this program would take us four years to complete. There would be three semester in a year. From January till May we were to take three courses, sit for our final semester exams and register for the semester. From May till August, OUM called it short semester, we were to take two courses. Exams for short semesters were conducted in August, and after the exams, we were required to register for the third semester for that year. The third semester for that year would be from September till November, and we were suppose to take up three courses. After the exam in November, one would have to register for the next courses (January, the following year). This went on for more than four years as I had mentioned earlier.
Besides sacrificing our two Sundays (at fortnightly) each month, we had to prioritize our core business – teaching. That was rather tough to cope up with, especially when one had to race against time completing his or her assignments and course works, and even preparing for the final semester exams or quizzes. In the beginning I found it hard to adapt – teaching kids during the day and becoming a bookworm late in the evening. At this point, at this age, I learned that time management is very crucial in one’s live. As time flew, I took learning whilst working very seriously, and I used to tell my pupils that I hate dead woods.
Phew! What a post! I’ll continue in a short while …