tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311542952024-03-12T19:53:08.006-07:00ONCE UPON A TIME IN SARAWAKMemories of a kampung boy from across Sarawak river walking through his life in search of identity...Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-55527286918586547482013-09-18T19:20:00.000-07:002013-09-18T19:20:50.376-07:00TO BE A POET<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-20664248449354502512013-09-09T17:50:00.001-07:002013-09-09T17:51:43.036-07:00A TIME TO CYCLE (3) : BICYCLES IN MY LIFEI fell ini love with bicycle and cycling since 2010 after my son bought a second hand bicycle from spare part shop in Kuching as a present to his youngest sister, Nurul Hakimah. I called that bicycle, Ros Kalas (it means pink rose).Not long after that I went to the same shop and get myself a Japanese postman bicycle for RM780.00. I named the bike, Pak Lurah. But bicyle actually has been in my Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-5778718465205696522013-09-03T21:51:00.001-07:002014-09-04T23:56:40.495-07:00ONCE UPON A TIME IN SIMUNJAN (9)
The mighty Sadong river. Simunjan lies at the bank of this river.
Crossing Sadong river using ferry that would take 12 minutes to reach the opposit bank
Last month I went to Simunjan with my wife, daughter-in-law and grandson, Mukhtar. I went there to send back my DIL and grandson to their house at a palm oil plantation where my third son worked. It was an interesting journey. It Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-81008424976318152352012-10-25T06:36:00.000-07:002013-09-09T17:01:29.850-07:00A TIME TO CYCLE(2) : MAT KONA'S FIRST STREET OUTING
Education Department Headquarters Building
The last two days I had been cycling around our housing estate at Taman Sumber Alam Sanctuary and I thought it would be good to try cycling outside the compound. So this morning I ride my bicycle called Mat Kona out of our housing compound.
From our Housing estate I ride my bike through Pelita Road turning right following heavy Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-37558405464901456792012-10-24T10:32:00.000-07:002013-09-09T17:00:56.714-07:00A TIME TO CYCLE
Cycling with my youngest daughter, Nurul Hakimah and my grand daughter, Yasmin sitting at the rear rack.
I began to fall in love with bicycle again since 2010 after my son, Faizal bought a second hand bike imported from Japan . Faizal bought the bike for use by Nurul Hakimah. I began to see beauty in cycling and the bicycle itself.
My next step is to look for the bicycle of my choicePenabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-26057490000700668522009-08-11T18:56:00.001-07:002014-09-04T23:53:04.578-07:00ONCE UPON A TIME IN SIMUNJAN (7)
Mighty Sadong River taken some time in 2006
SMK Simunjan early 70s
SMK Simunjan and Gunung Ngeli in the early 70s
Recently someone commented on my write-up in my blog about Simunjan. They too have some memories to share about Simunjan. They said Development in Simunjan is quite slow. I agreed with them and I really hope that development of this beautiful bazaar be sped up for the sake Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-88328995462570662382009-05-29T04:36:00.000-07:002009-06-18T02:19:52.272-07:00POETA poet's hope: to be,like some valley cheese,local, but prized elsewhere.W.H. Auden Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-37873228603085164902009-05-28T06:56:00.000-07:002009-05-28T07:05:11.959-07:00A WRITER'S LIFE
<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-79977691594878010942009-05-21T17:12:00.000-07:002009-05-21T17:19:58.448-07:00TRUTH AND FALSEHOODTRUTH, LIKE LIGHT, BLINDS. FALSEHOOD, ON THE CONTRARY, IS A BEAUTIFUL TWILIGHT THAT ENHANCES EVERY OBJECT....ALBERT CAMUS Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-17565823135277012682009-03-22T23:14:00.001-07:002009-03-22T23:21:41.798-07:00DREAMYou see things; and you say, "why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?" ...George Bernard ShawPenabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-55075175460001175242009-02-19T07:00:00.001-08:002014-09-04T23:50:57.146-07:00ONCE UPON A TIME IN SIMUNJAN(7)Have you ever been faced with a situation where a loaded pistol is being pointed at your head by a police officer? And you are just a twenty year old bachelor who have just completed your Senior Cambridge examination and now have just been recruited as a young government staff, serving in a remote district, say Simunjan. hink about that for a while and read further what happen next to me...It Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-23556984430622420502009-01-08T18:19:00.000-08:002009-01-08T20:21:49.020-08:00RESPECTNothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.:...Albert CamusPenabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-17863333378099427642009-01-05T06:22:00.001-08:002009-01-05T06:32:10.462-08:00PHOTOGRAPHYNiah CaveSarawak RiverTo the complaint, "There are no people in these photographs," I respond, " There are always two people: the photographer and the viewer."Ansel AdamsUS nature photographer (1902 -1984)Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-1209994344958729592008-10-17T23:47:00.000-07:002014-09-04T23:50:13.327-07:00ONCE UPON A TIME IN SIMUNJAN (6)
Hjh Azizah( left ) and Hj Sabri (right) with us in their home.
In 1974 two trained teachers from Semenanjung Malaysia came to Simunjan Secondary School to serve in Sarawak for five years. One of them, Mohd Sabri Hj Ishak stayed together with me in my quarters.
Sabri came from Kedah. Years gone by and we became good friends. While in Simunjan we have gone through a lot of activities Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-71638780351599235222008-08-09T08:36:00.000-07:002008-08-09T20:53:49.943-07:00JOHN WAYNE 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 Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-14462900600511230352008-08-02T07:54:00.000-07:002008-12-12T17:50:41.377-08:00ONCE UPON A TIME IN SARAWAK: REGATTA Sarawak Regatta 2008, a three days' started yesterday at Sarawak river. The Hon. Chief Minister of Sarawak officiating the start of the event. In his speech the Hon. Pehin Sri recalled the history of regatta which traced back during the 2nd white Rajah rule. This year’s regatta took the theme “ Race for peace.” Regatta was held long time ago in Sarawak by the Brooke a step taken by by Charles Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-4139562691335401352008-07-26T00:10:00.000-07:002008-07-26T06:38:23.165-07:00MY FRIEND, MAJOR (R) HAJI MANSORTwo years ago, today, I posted an entry on my long lost friend, Maj. (R) Hj Mansor whom I met during the eighties, the time when his son, Fareez came to stay with me during school holidays.I wrote about my feelings, how I long to meet them and just to say hello to my nice old friend.And to my surprise , Fareez emailed me one day. I was astonished. He managed to goggle through in the internet andPenabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-30858108996857398542008-07-19T21:12:00.000-07:002008-12-12T17:50:41.630-08:00HISTORY History is the witness that testifies to the passing of time; it illumines reality, vitalizes memory, provides guidance in daily life and brings us tidings of antiquity.Cicero, Pro Publio SestioRoman author, orator, & politician (106 BC - 43 BC) Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-32693540046760078072008-06-25T10:24:00.000-07:002014-09-04T23:48:35.630-07:00Once Upon A Time in Simunjan(5)
Batang Sadong
What can I say, Simunjan has always been in my heart since the day I served there. It was in March 1973, of course, my bachelor life spent here. And until today, Simunjan will always be in my memory. Why? What is so special about Simunjan, lonely town, especially in 1970s. Most people tried to avoid it, but not me. And I never regretted it.I was first asked to be transferred to Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-59528732943792915712008-05-22T07:31:00.000-07:002008-12-12T17:50:42.388-08:00My Sister, a kindergarten teacherMy sister today, sitting in front, second from left.My elder brother's wedding in early '70s. Khatamul Quran were also held. My elder sister had completed her recital of the Quran.She is standing at the back on the right. "Flying kick" ouchhh. Life in my kampung during the early '70s. "Gotong Royong" in the kampung. Women prepared food while men helped to build the house of a kampung folk. My Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-83294004110132832942008-03-18T07:44:00.000-07:002008-12-12T17:50:42.547-08:00THE RETURNIt was my daughter, Nurul, who proposed to me to go for a trip during school holiday. She wanted to write an essay about her trip. I, for one, definitely love the idea of driving through the pan-Sarawak highway. And, so, on monday, 10th Mac 2008, we started our journey. My intention is to visit Miri, a return to the city I once stayed and lived for more than 8 years. Coming along with me is myPenabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-43921235295216118782008-03-04T07:22:00.000-08:002010-01-15T08:07:17.957-08:00THE FALLThat monday morning, three weeks ago, I rode my motorbike along Astana road to get my favourite paper.There are quite a few newspaper vendors along Astana road. It has been my routine now since my retirement from service last September to get a copy of the local newspaper to update myself with the happenings around and at the same time pick up one or two packets of nasi lemak for my breakfast. Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-4526630764157246702008-03-04T07:18:00.001-08:002008-12-12T17:50:42.740-08:00A TRIP TO SIBULast friday I went to Sibu with my wife, daughter, Nurul, daughter-in-law, Habsah and my two grand daughters, Aqilah and Fatinah. We went to Sibu at the invitation of Habsah's brother, Abdul Rahman, who is organising a "doa selamat" for his newly born baby, Nabilla. We left Kuching at around 11.00 am using my Mitsubishi L 200 and reached Sibu about 7.30 pm after making stopover at various stationPenabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-62753947036817562292008-03-04T07:13:00.000-08:002008-12-12T17:50:42.935-08:00A TIME TO READYesterday I went to Betong with my wife and two children. We stayed at Betong Plaza Hotel for the night. We went to Betong to send my future daughter in-law, a teacher at St. Augustine Government Secondary School. It was an enjoyable trip although throughout the journey it was raining.When I reached home today at 12.30 pm, I felt very tired and felt asleep. I woke up at around 5.00 pm, quickly Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31154295.post-36643308245171659242008-03-04T07:09:00.001-08:002008-12-12T17:50:43.070-08:00TIME TO WRITEEarlier I have written about the time that I have now, after my retirement, plenty of time and what to do with it. I have decided to read. I have a lot of books in my bookshelf and I do have library card which gives me opportunity to borrow up to six books at a time. Reading seems to occupy most of my time besides other activities such as well, going to market, sending grand daughter to Penabaharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13483635788721927242noreply@blogger.com0