Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Monday, September 09, 2013
In 1961 my family moved to a village across Sarawak river called Kampung Pulo Hilir. I went there with my eldest brother who carried me with his bicycle. Going down the hill from Kampung Panglima seman Ulu to Kpg Panglima Seman Lama, we fell off the bicycle andI've got scratches here and there on my hand.
I sat for Sarawak Junior Certificate examination in 1969 and passed. A Chinese towkey, the owner of Ting & Ting Supermarket at that time was a friend of my late father. He was so happy with my result that he gave me a bicycle that belong to his son. The bicyle need to be refurbished and after the repair walla..I have a bike of my own for the first time.
In 1972 I was offered a government job at Education Department Headquarters, kuching. The office situated at the Textile Museum today. My father bought me a racing bicycle for my transport to the office. Yes, I have to pay him after that...after receiving my first pay.. hehe
In 1973 I was transferred to Simunjan and the bike followed me. Pity the bike it had problem with the road/path in Simunjan that I have to send it back to Kuching to be repaired. I just thought may I a the first to ride a racing bike in the town of Simunjan. (a fact that can be argued). The bike did not last long in Kuching. It was stolen after a few months there.
In 1976 I was transferred back to Kuching. To enable me to go to work, I bought another racing bicycle. I used it for a few months and it received the same fate as my earlier racing bike. It was stolen. So I have to use a bus to work before turning to motorcycle and then motor car.
Between 1976 to 2010, I have no bicycle in my life. A bicycle came back to me after I retired from my government service. I bought the red bicycle that I called Pak Lurah in 2010. After that I kept purchasing a bicycle as part of my collection. Now I have 7 bicycles with their unique names; Pak Lurah, Mak Honey, Ros Kalas, Bujang Cheby, Minah Jepun, Mat Kona and Bujang Pantai.
Cycling is actually good. It is good for your waistline, lifespan, coordination and mental health. Why not start cycling now. You cycle to the office, to Gym or to anywhere you want to go. It is economical too. It is one way to beat the oil price hike. Now lets cycle and say adios to oil.
Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Thursday, October 25, 2012
|Education Department Headquarters Building|
At the end of Stadium road I turn left entered the newly built road that lead to Sultan Tengah Road again befor entering Pelita Road that lead to our housing estate, Taman Sumber Alam Sanctuary. The whole journey of 18 km plus took me 60 minutes to complete. Not bad..eh...
Tomorrow is Hari Raya Aidil Adha. Early morning I'll be going to Masjid Jamek Negeri Sarawak with my son Khairul Anwar and daughters Siti Sabariah and Nurul Hakimah. Well its's a rest day for our friend Mat Kona.
|My Street bike, Mat Kona at the newly built road|
|A tanker found along the newly built road near Jln Sultan Tengah|
|Riding through the new road we will pass a bridge that crosses Siol River|
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
|Cycling with my youngest daughter, Nurul Hakimah and my grand daughter, Yasmin sitting at the rear rack.|
My next step is to look for the bicycle of my choice and for my first collection I bought this Posman bike imported from Japan. Paddling it is so smooth and soft . I like the shape and colour, red. In Bahasa Malaysia red mean merah and so I named my bike Pak Lurah.
Today I have five bicycle under my collection and I will keep looking for the one I love. My latest collection is Road bike "Kona - Dew". It is a great bike and it is used in the morning around our housing estate. I intend to bring Kona around Kuching in the near future.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
SMK Simunjan and Gunung Ngeli in the early 70s
Back in Simunjan during the 70s I have a lot of friends there. Some are local youth and eldwers and some are from other towns of Sarawak working in Simunjan. A few names that I will never forget. Amongst them, Julaihi Suhaili, Cosmas Allen, Abdillah Aerowaini,Hamlet and Adenan Joli and many others.
Julaihi worked with Agriculture Depat Simunjan and so is Cosmas. During weekend I would cycle down to the town and stayed with Julaihi and Cosmas in their quarters near the bank of mighty Sadong River. We spent our weekend attending film show or singing. Cosmas is good with his guitar and harmonica and Julaihi , a very good traditional dancer.
Abdillah worked with Tenant Registration dept (defunct now) that time. Now he is a police chief in Saratok. I think he will retire soon. Abdillah join us in singing. One of our favourite number is Melody Fair. We sang during a stage show at the Simunjan Bazaar. Ah its such a happy moment.
I have known Abdillah earlier in Kuching. We were classmates in SMK St Thomas, Kuching. We were also together in police Cadet Corp movement. In fact we were the first group formed in Sarawak. Our leader that time was the late cikgu Abdul Rahman Sahari.
Hamlet is a primary school teacher and his elder brother, Adenan is a cook in SMK Simunjan. We were and still are good friends. Time has passed by and we still kept our friendship alive till this day. Hamlet and Adenan are from nice family that has treated me so well. Their families are just like my family. In fact they are just like my adopted family in Simunjan till these days.
My weekend in Simunjan never bored me when I am with friends. The made my life alive and happy. Oh how I wish those beautiful moments back. But then..thats memories. memories are for us to recall and remember. They are beautiful moments to be keptr alive and be come tresures of our life.
Simunjan, I really miss you...May be I 'll drive to Simunjan during the coming school holidays...or may be let Simunjan be there, remain as a long lost friend...
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
It was in 1973, my first year in Simunjan. That night I stayed with my friends in a government quarters closed to Sadong river (That quarters now gone, swept away by the great Sadong river). During that time security was still a problem due to communist insurgency. We sat at the stairs, talking, instead of attending film show because the film shhown was not to our liking.
Five metres from our quarters is a concrete pathway leading to the bazaar. The pathway passed our quarters to river bank, Police satation and than to Kampung Sabun. A few men passed through the road. Suddenly one of the men said something, we could not hear what was being said so I went toward the group to find out. Out of the blue, a stout, five ft tall man came and shouted at me in Malay,
"Hei..Nak matikah!!!" at tyhe same time took a pistol from his jacket and pointed the weapon to me. I was totally panic and almost collapse. I put both hand to my head waiting for the sound of that pistol to vomit the bullet. In my head, I said, this is the end of me.
Suddenly two other man held back the one who pointed the gun to me and said something. I could not recall what was said but I can hear them telling me to go back to the quarters. I rushed back, feeling totally down and scared.
It was the Police chief of the district who pointed the pistol at me, an inspector. I was given to understand that night he was quite drunk. Whether he really wanted to shoot me or not, I do not know. Only he himself and God knows. But the behavior of the officer was quite well-known in the district. Every night he could be seen at one the coffeeshop in the bazaar having yamseng with the chinese towkey.
Ok that's not the last time the incident happened. AS few month later, Simunjan bazaar were celebrating one of the official functions (could not recall what celebration was all about). Anyway, our organisation were involved in the celebration. It was raining heavily. I did not go to the town that night due to heavy rain. That night one of my collegues were being pointed a gun on his head by the same officer, just like me, but worst, it happened in front of so many people. He was really embarrassed.
The next day my colleague reported the matter in writing, to various authorities of the state. The moved taken by my colleague really worried the officer. To cut the story short, that police officer came to our organisation a few days later to apologise to my colleague after receiving the copy of the letter written by my colleague. He apologised to me and one other staff too.
That's part of the bitter experiences of life I could recall. After so many years has gone the incident that night still left in my mind. I do not seem to fear him after the apology. But it is still in my mind and I kept asking myself, how could such an act gone unpunished?
After many years that officer were transferred to Kuching and got promoted. One day I read something about the officer in the paper. He got himself into trouble with something that I need not mention. He deserted the force. I do not know what happen after that but I am sure a deserter would definitely face the law.
Lesson from the story, please don't point your pistol anyhow especially to a peace-loving citizen or you may end up being sad for the remains of your life.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Monday, January 05, 2009
Friday, October 17, 2008
Saturday, August 09, 2008
In 1965 there’s a boy from Bintulu who entered our school. I was in Primary five. That boy named John Wayne, Eurasian, came with his family to stay in our village. He entered our school and joined my class. Everybody talked about him as a smart boy and keen football player.
Years gone by we built our friendship. Everyday John Wayne came to my house, played and studied together. We ate together and it was a wonderful time for me.
Come 1966 we faced a tough challenge during that era. We sat for common entrance examination. Both of us managed to pass through the obstacle and we entered
Something happened during the three years together. John was adopted by our primary school teacher and stayed with the family. Our friendship began to diminish due to certain misunderstanding.
We sat for Sarawak Junior Certificate Examination in 1969 and I managed to cling on and proceeded to enter form four in the same school but not John. He did not further his study instead after some years he joined government service as a fireman at the Department of Civil Aviation.
Time passed by as we live our life on our own directions. John married his childhood sweetheart and so am I. We stayed together in the same housing estate but seldom has time together. I guessed life now is totally different from what we have thirty plus years before. I have retired but John still in service. I believe he is now somewhere in Bintulu. How do I know that. Guess what, I was informed by his son, Fikri. Yes, I met his son who is now with SAINS, govt owned company dealing with Sarawak ICT. The face of John Wayne is certainly reflected in the appearance of Fikri…ah the Almighty Allah…