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When I bought an Olympus digicam two years back, I was happy that I was given a pack of  rechargeable battery and a charger called "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;KEEP&lt;/span&gt;" for free. However, after a month, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;KEEP&lt;/span&gt; batteries started to deteriorate causing me to doubt its quality. I asked my friends about it and most of them told me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep&lt;/span&gt; is indeed a poor brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before becoming a photo enthusiast, I always assumed that a good battery should be an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Energizers&lt;/span&gt; battery. And oh well, again, most of my friends warned me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Energizers&lt;/span&gt; do not last long and sometimes, if we are unlucky, we might buy the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; fake Energizers&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Energizers &lt;/span&gt;batteries are popular because if its aggressive TV marketing and not really because of its quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many photographers recommended  me to purchase &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SANYO &lt;/span&gt;batteries for my flash. They said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SANYO&lt;/span&gt; are the experts in batteries.  So, I started to purchase &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SANYO &lt;/span&gt;batteries since that day. The old version  looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TJYfOpM_HTI/AAAAAAAADMA/Tz-84-BQfS8/s1600/IMG_3175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TJYfOpM_HTI/AAAAAAAADMA/Tz-84-BQfS8/s800/IMG_3175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518632729828072754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the new version looks like these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TJYfOAaVxWI/AAAAAAAADL4/BLNZ9xY4wz0/s1600/IMG_3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TJYfOAaVxWI/AAAAAAAADL4/BLNZ9xY4wz0/s800/IMG_3176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518632718878229858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trust me, These batteries perform so...............good! They last longer and can be recharged up to 1000 times. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;eneloop &lt;/span&gt;batteries can be found in many photo shops and now even some computer shops started to sell it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, if you want &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SANYO&lt;/span&gt; batteries to be recharged fast, please purchase the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;eneloop charger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-1493922527706425910?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The first time was Datuk James Masing, the second time was Datuk George Chan and this time was Dato Sri Micheal Manyin Ak Jawong, the Minister of Infrastructure Development and Communication. Getting the right photos as not to embbaress the Ministers is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;THE WAITING BY VILLAGERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOIf6zsaI/AAAAAAAADLY/wDbq67UNCtk/s1600/Fb+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOIf6zsaI/AAAAAAAADLY/wDbq67UNCtk/s800/Fb+8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513828857954939298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOIMueu5I/AAAAAAAADLQ/ZG1q67FokKE/s1600/Fb+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOIMueu5I/AAAAAAAADLQ/ZG1q67FokKE/s800/Fb+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513828852802960274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOH7wOX9I/AAAAAAAADLI/O5jTjPUhQ80/s1600/fb+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOH7wOX9I/AAAAAAAADLI/O5jTjPUhQ80/s800/fb+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513828848246874066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOHt_6sNI/AAAAAAAADLA/E8cFd2Kf9s0/s1600/Fb+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOHt_6sNI/AAAAAAAADLA/E8cFd2Kf9s0/s800/Fb+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513828844554596562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOHCOQXXI/AAAAAAAADK4/tb1GhxeNSB0/s1600/Fb+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 420px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOHCOQXXI/AAAAAAAADK4/tb1GhxeNSB0/s800/Fb+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513828832803577202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ARRIVAL OF DATO SRI MICHEAL MANYIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOzx-0nYI/AAAAAAAADLo/HOsZ1Q1TmuM/s1600/Fb+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOzx-0nYI/AAAAAAAADLo/HOsZ1Q1TmuM/s800/Fb+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513829601537990018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUO0KWm7FI/AAAAAAAADLw/b18ZdtH-lYI/s1600/Fb+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUO0KWm7FI/AAAAAAAADLw/b18ZdtH-lYI/s800/Fb+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513829608080206930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOznpqrYI/AAAAAAAADLg/AryOubUVyQs/s1600/Fb+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TIUOznpqrYI/AAAAAAAADLg/AryOubUVyQs/s800/Fb+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513829598764903810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also wrote to the Borneo Post about this event and thanks to Georgette Tan for publishing it. To read the news I wrote, please click &lt;a href="http://www.theborneopost.com/?p=64490"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-6086055350013999569?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know many of us are looking forward to the holiday and soon on 16 September, we will be celebrating our Malaysia Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's life after the independence? No doubt, we have been going through tremendous changes in many ways right? and are you proud to be a Malaysian as I am? The call by our PM to be One Malaysian is probably misunderstood by many Malaysians. Many of us thought that to achieve&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Malaysia,&lt;/span&gt; we need to have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;standardized&lt;/span&gt; government system, religion, human rights, and culture.  Hahahaha!  Was that what they were thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have been complaining on sensitive issues when they talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;.  They questioned "why they need a passport to enter Sarawak when Sarawak is in Malaysia, why the Malays still have their special rights, why is there still a quota for university entry for the non-bumiputera? Oh gosh! All these are already stated and discussed in our constitutions. So there should be no question about them right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, 1 Malaysia is all about fostering &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;good will, understanding&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tolerance&lt;/span&gt; among its people by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;respecting the differences&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;treating and accepting  the different races well&lt;/span&gt;. It is not about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;standardization&lt;/span&gt; on how we do things. Allow me to give you a specific example; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt;. What we can do to achieve 1 Malaysia, is to learn other people's language. Although I am born Iban, I never restrict myself to the Iban language. But I mix well with the Malays and learn their dialect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sarawak Malay dialect is different from the West Malaysia Malay dialect. Let me demonstrate to you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TG3Ka44trTI/AAAAAAAADJg/rapaHB_Ehoo/s1600/Dialog+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TG3Ka44trTI/AAAAAAAADJg/rapaHB_Ehoo/s400/Dialog+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507280482639654194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIAM&lt;/span&gt; : Senyap or silent (West Malay language)&lt;br /&gt;           Tempat tinggal or the place of living (Sarawak Malay dialect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TG3KalgH_SI/AAAAAAAADJY/ylL0pIdHZ5I/s1600/dialog+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TG3KalgH_SI/AAAAAAAADJY/ylL0pIdHZ5I/s400/dialog+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507280477436247330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TANGGA&lt;/span&gt; : tangga or ladder (West Malay language)&lt;br /&gt;                  lihat or see (Sarawak Malay dialect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LEWAT&lt;/span&gt; : lambat or late (West Malay language)&lt;br /&gt;              Takkan ler or Why is that? (Sarawak Malay dialect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well...let us learn each others' language if we really want to foster good relationship among ourselves. And I am sure there are many other ways right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-4768573594168192479?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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People whom I know today are more keen into money making activities and tend to live a dull life.  Probably the reason would be they have more important matters to  attend.  Ask &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;of the teachers in my school, whether they would like to join any students activities for fun, such as scrabble competition, computer games and you will hear them saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell no! It's a waste of time&lt;/span&gt;" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's different for me. I enjoy teaching kids because they are always excited about little things that I ask them to do. If I give them sweets in class, they will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;jump for joy&lt;/span&gt; and run to me asking for them. If I ask them to draw a simple cartoon, they will finish it on time and laugh about it, and if I ask them to cut papers, they will happily &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cut them  &lt;/span&gt;for me. Try giving adults sweets, ask them to play a treasure hunt game, or draw a cartoon? How would they respond? Now look at our students below on how excited they were seeing new and little thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGv1d9jCT0I/AAAAAAAADJI/h5l-LkbLwRw/s1600/blog+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGv1d9jCT0I/AAAAAAAADJI/h5l-LkbLwRw/s800/blog+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506764864477089602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The neat and tight circle showed that they were really interested and eager in something. But what was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGv1dtSXXJI/AAAAAAAADJA/GdOMqrJ-_x4/s1600/blog+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGv1dtSXXJI/AAAAAAAADJA/GdOMqrJ-_x4/s800/blog+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506764860112198802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The students were giving their 100% attention to the things that they were watching. I'm sure they were excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGv1dQ40AHI/AAAAAAAADI4/3RA1cb5Ys98/s1600/blog+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGv1dQ40AHI/AAAAAAAADI4/3RA1cb5Ys98/s800/blog+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506764852488831090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the female students gave their undivided attention to what was going on. But what was it? it was ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGv1dPtYxkI/AAAAAAAADIw/CgnuKEirD5U/s1600/blog+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGv1dPtYxkI/AAAAAAAADIw/CgnuKEirD5U/s800/blog+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506764852172473922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;demo&lt;/span&gt; by Firefighters. The teachers were invited to watch this demo, but less than five teachers came and they stayed there for less than ten minutes since they preferred to sit back and enjoy the air-cond. in the staffroom. As official duty is concerned, all the subject teachers should be there until the demo ended to ensure the safety of their respective students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Young people are always excited about little things like this. Am I right? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-6643081048885757471?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hmmm..someone told me that some people have been reading my blog secretly. They did not leave any comments in my blog and I wonder why was that. I hope it's not because my blog is boring. Hahaha! But, I really appreciate those who had left their comments in my blog.  Without a doubt, the   comments had made my blog lively and important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... do you know that there's a little town in Kuching that isn't "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;silent&lt;/span&gt;" at all? It's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;India street&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't have to tell you what India Street is since I'm no Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;). I usually avoid going there because the place is quite &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;congested&lt;/span&gt; especially weekends.  But still, despite the jam and crowd, spenders  and window shoppers love to go there for shopping and sight seeing. This year,  I went there  twice and the last visit there was because of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarawak Regatta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGqShNCqM9I/AAAAAAAADIY/VOgifRJwNjA/s1600/india+street.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGqShNCqM9I/AAAAAAAADIY/VOgifRJwNjA/s800/india+street.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506374593548006354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(One of the paths leading to India Street)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although I can get good bargain at India Street, the crowd really pisses me off.  I just wish that, less people would go there during weekends and for me, it resembles Petaling Street, Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGqSg8FrKeI/AAAAAAAADIQ/pVeBiZBMPwI/s1600/India+Street+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGqSg8FrKeI/AAAAAAAADIQ/pVeBiZBMPwI/s800/India+Street+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506374588997249506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The competition among the sellers is high during weekends. Business owners will sell their stuff outside their shops and shout "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mari mari, murah murah&lt;/span&gt;!" which means "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;come! it's cheap&lt;/span&gt;!". No doubt, this aggressive marketing strategy is successful in attracting the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGqSgucawKI/AAAAAAAADII/XRpofNGI4BY/s1600/India+Street+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGqSgucawKI/AAAAAAAADII/XRpofNGI4BY/s800/India+Street+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506374585334546594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The selection of t-shirts is wide in India Street, so if you are planning to save petrol on going to Serikin, you should try India Street . You can always bargain the price with the business owners. Trust me, sometimes the goods sold on weekends are really cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-7230359878062039057?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, before I go to bed, I always  reflect upon what I have done for the day, to see whether I have live the day fruitfully or whether I have hurt someone with my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years back, I had a friend whom I considered as a dear friend of mine. We used to have lunch together and sometimes, I would visit him at his rented house. I thought everything was well with the two of us until recently, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de-listed&lt;/span&gt; me from his FaceBook, did not answer my call and did not reply my SMS. We were completely cut off. However, I still see his names appear in other people's FB as their friend. I tried to contact him but he just won't respond. I asked myself these questions "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was he keeping grudges on me? Was there anything wrong I did to him that I didn't know?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Was it something I said before?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to another friend of mine who is his colleague and I got a wonderful response from him. He said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Willie, what is there to lose? You still have many other friends&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friendship don't always last forever&lt;/span&gt;". Oh well, what he said was true and I am beginning to accept his advice. St. Paul once said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"forgetting what is behind and focusing on what is ahead of you"&lt;/span&gt;. I have lost one and I am getting thousands more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after I came back from Serian yesterday evening, I was kind of surprised to see my son was already fishing with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;new-found friend&lt;/span&gt;, a 7-year old girl next door. I am happy that my son is now making more friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGiH8z2wMgI/AAAAAAAADH4/kUZ0_X1dJDg/s1600/blog+aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 500px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGiH8z2wMgI/AAAAAAAADH4/kUZ0_X1dJDg/s800/blog+aa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505800023242191362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-253847741876872161?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am a regular customer of ferry service because my school is across the river. When queing for ferry, we usually encounter &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;government vehicles cutting que.&lt;/span&gt; Of course some of us, who have been waiting there felt uneasy about this. Furthermore, it is stated on the signboard that government vehicles will board the ferry for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;free and it did not say that they can cut que&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I bought my Almanac (the government's all year calendar) I saw that there's a call line where the public can complain to Sarawak government pertaining to many issues. It is called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TALIKHIDMAT - phone number 555999&lt;/span&gt;. So I decided to call them first. When there was no feedback for three weeks, I decided to e-mail them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGSH7M3OkrI/AAAAAAAADHg/It7DmX5bQZU/s1600/Cats+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGSH7M3OkrI/AAAAAAAADHg/It7DmX5bQZU/s800/Cats+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504674095688487602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGSH7R0lOGI/AAAAAAAADHo/fIvj9c5a214/s1600/Cats+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TGSH7R0lOGI/AAAAAAAADHo/fIvj9c5a214/s800/Cats+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504674097019566178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Click on the e-mail to read the content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it in simple words, yes, all government vehicles, are given priority to board the ferry whether or not there's an emergency. They called me up after the email was sent to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-2460507194013995691?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OwsFEVk96MHbTPg94WvqOn2vaLQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OwsFEVk96MHbTPg94WvqOn2vaLQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MyLifeMyViewsMyHappenings/~4/RiFXz3OuTjo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://reptoz.blogspot.com/feeds/6394581947482794135/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=265033716523320662&amp;postID=6394581947482794135" title="26 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265033716523320662/posts/default/6394581947482794135?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/265033716523320662/posts/default/6394581947482794135?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MyLifeMyViewsMyHappenings/~3/RiFXz3OuTjo/happy-birthday-dad-and-mom.html" title="Happy Birthday Dad and Mom" /><author><name>Willie a.k.a Reptoz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17803517684213311992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/Snt9L8BF7GI/AAAAAAAABto/FeAddV3cYAA/S220/Close+up+4.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4138/4877209105_800b00193e_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://reptoz.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-dad-and-mom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMDQXs5fSp7ImA9Wx5SEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-265033716523320662.post-4364184795929067040</id><published>2010-08-08T22:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:41:10.525+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-08T22:41:10.525+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My View" /><title>What If You Were Asked To...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TF67-WTOuGI/AAAAAAAADGk/thVAlIRcEQo/s1600/Profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TF67-WTOuGI/AAAAAAAADGk/thVAlIRcEQo/s400/Profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503042474505844834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Willie, can you be our photographer for this Saturday staff's meeting? &lt;/span&gt;"  Now, how would you respond to this question if you are not a person who  take photographs for free and the fact that the school will expect you  to use your expensive equipment? Oh well, without any hesitation, I  answered "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, sure, no problem&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a free lance photographer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;unpaid task&lt;/span&gt; like this still have a few benefits:&lt;br /&gt;a. To create &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;network&lt;/span&gt;. When people see your photos and they love them, you'll get famous.&lt;br /&gt;b. To build &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;rapport&lt;/span&gt;.  As business people, you need to be friendly to potential clients. When  they are comfortable with you, they might need you in future to take  wedding photos.&lt;br /&gt;c. To show that you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;easy to work with&lt;/span&gt;. I like to work with people, I don't want anybody to feel that I am a difficult person to work with.&lt;br /&gt;d. But above all, naturally, I am person who cannot say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; to a request. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about using expensive equipment, since the school will not pay me, I will,&lt;br /&gt;a. use only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;digicam&lt;/span&gt; to take photos.&lt;br /&gt;b. edit a few photos only. But if I were to edit, I will do it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;. Just look at the photos  I edited below,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4871411566_2d5316ed25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 288px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4134/4871411566_2d5316ed25.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4870801921_a98f1e7df9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 283px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4870801921_a98f1e7df9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4870801587_f681861953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4870801587_f681861953.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-4364184795929067040?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Again?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFwNsBVmmnI/AAAAAAAADGE/QsNpTgVBeIs/s1600/Profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFwNsBVmmnI/AAAAAAAADGE/QsNpTgVBeIs/s400/Profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502287894664354418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time passes very quickly and we are left with four months to go before 2010 ends. I just joined teaching profession in December 2009 and in a blink of eyes, it's already August 2010. No doubt, the first half of 2010 had been very exciting with so many events happened in Kuching and in my school.  The bad news is that, the attendance to my scout meeting had shrunk, with students giving a lot of excuses not to come when in fact, I think they are just plain lazy. However, I am still proud of my scout team because, among all other uniformed units in my schools, ours is the most active unit. In fact, we are planning to organise a camp in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4865468133_9bf1b5e803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 282px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4117/4865468133_9bf1b5e803.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(My Scout team, among the active members)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Other than getting involve in Scout, teachers are expected to perform other non-teaching duties. Among them are, typing letters, conducting short counseling sessions to problematic students, organize school events such as PTA meetings, Report Card Day, Career talk etc. While studying in a Teachers' Training College (TTC) or in a university, teachers were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not trained to handle school events or stress&lt;/span&gt;. I think universities and TTC should introduce a new subject called "school event and stress management education" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh please! don't take this seriously, I am writing an irony here&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why do I say so? the recent news I read today in the Borneo Post, the government is planning to discuss whether to introduce &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Reproductive and Social Health Education&lt;/span&gt; in school. I'm sure this idea did not fall from the sky right? It probably arises from the  increasing pregnant cases among schoolchildren.  Before I proceed, I hope the government is open to public criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that teachers have been asked to teach &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; subjects&lt;/span&gt; which are not their field?. The sad fact is, new subjects are brought into schools without planning the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;manpower&lt;/span&gt;.  I pity   those students who are not taught by the experts. Teachers are not superhuman who can teach new subject instantly. In other words "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are not Mr Know It All&lt;/span&gt;". Imagine this; "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can a computer expert cure the sick in hospitals? Only doctors can do that!&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The constant interruptions and changes in our education system &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;is like a harassment&lt;/span&gt; to me. What we need isn't something new, but to strengthen the current system. The press release made by the Sarawak Teachers Union president, William Ghani Bina impressed me. He said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Schools not World Hospital&lt;/span&gt;". What he meant was, schools are not the place to cure social ills.  The best place to cure social ills is at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complete info on this proposal is in here &gt; &lt;a href="http://whenteacherspeaks.blogspot.com/2010/08/proposal-to-include-reproductive-health.html"&gt;http://whenteacherspeaks.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-5917461491063404755?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A photo of him was posted in my friend's facebook and there were a lot of comments made by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; users on him. Counting the comments, it seems that facebook is more popular than blogging, which explains why it contains many advertisements. What happen to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt; anyway? It used to be a popular networking website before right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of a quite popular saying that says "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;people come and people go&lt;/span&gt;". To some of us right now, we might be feeling remorse or in the midst of mourning for someone whom we have just lost. But to some people, they are  now celebrating someone new into the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4860379916_57dfe6b757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4860379916_57dfe6b757.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two are my colleagues&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I must thank them for their willingness to pose for me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;. Natalie&lt;/span&gt; came back to work last month, after she safely delivered her third baby and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt; is waiting to deliver her first baby. These two moms, right now, are among the happiest moms on earth right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, on the other hand, we are hearing reports saying that young moms dumped their babies on the street. I seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;condemn &lt;/span&gt;those mothers! I do not think that babies deserve to die for their parents' sinful act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Melacca&lt;/span&gt; had just announced they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;will allow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;schoolchildren age 14-18 &lt;/span&gt;to get married and have babies. The government will open a  special school for pregnant students to complete their studies and will give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;RM500&lt;/span&gt; to them to perform the holy matrimony if they are poor. They said by doing this, it will reduce the divorce rate, the number of single mothers and immoral activities among students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, this ruling had created an uproar among many parents because they think that children are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;not ready&lt;/span&gt; financially, emotionally and mentally to manage a family. Don't you think it is a waste of public fund to build a special school too? But oh well...I let you decide and think yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-6817995215529283217?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was seated together with Cyril and he threw me a question on why I blog. I told him that I blog because I want to keep memories of my family members online so that if I passed away unexpectedly, my family would be able to read all the good things that I had written about them. I continued the conversation by telling him that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;we can never know &lt;/span&gt;when God will take our lives away from this world. Little that I know that, a friend who is so dear to me, Mr Ratino Sukarno ,was critically sicked and he passed away the next day (Sunday, 1 August 2010) at 3.45 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an SMS from a friend today telling me that he was  in a critical condition at Serian hospital. And at 4.00 pm, I received a phone call from another friend informing me that he  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;had passed away&lt;/span&gt;. Upon hearing the news, I did not wait long. I took my car keys and drove over to his house. My jaw dropped, my eyes became teary and I was totally speechless when I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a cold and lifeless body&lt;/span&gt; of him lying on the floor. I could not stop my tears from rolling down to my cheeks. I just could not believe that I had just lost a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWj0QzcIvI/AAAAAAAADFc/QQN9cGHVJhg/s1600/Tino+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWj0QzcIvI/AAAAAAAADFc/QQN9cGHVJhg/s400/Tino+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500482638162174706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Rusmah and Ratino in 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ratino and Rusmah became my colleagues in 2005 at PPKS as lecturers.  If I'm not mistaken, they got married to each other in 2006. Ratino was a very humble person and he was a man of integrity. That was why, I really enjoyed his company. In just three years with PPKS, his hard work paid off and he was promoted to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;managerial post&lt;/span&gt; in PPKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWjz6T5-lI/AAAAAAAADFU/6NwQ8w-aUA4/s1600/Tino+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWjz6T5-lI/AAAAAAAADFU/6NwQ8w-aUA4/s400/Tino+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500482632124332626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ratino took his job seriously. He started the oil palm plantation course in PPKS and he brought many students into PPKS. However, even though he contributed a lot to PPKS positive growth, he was never an arrogant man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWjQZGp35I/AAAAAAAADFM/mBeymASXVA4/s1600/Tino+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWjQZGp35I/AAAAAAAADFM/mBeymASXVA4/s400/Tino+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500482021914959762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He valued his colleagues and always participated in PPKS social activities. He was always keen to help his friends when they needed help. I think that was why many of his colleagues were with him when he was dying in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWjPtWHYMI/AAAAAAAADE8/pavcXnM48xQ/s1600/Tino+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWjPtWHYMI/AAAAAAAADE8/pavcXnM48xQ/s400/Tino+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500482010168647874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWjP8LOWJI/AAAAAAAADFE/IiBD8llD3KA/s1600/Tino+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWjP8LOWJI/AAAAAAAADFE/IiBD8llD3KA/s400/Tino+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500482014149499026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still remembered Rusmah, his wife,  showed their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wedding photos&lt;/span&gt; to me from the office PC before I left PPKS. Her face was glowing when she shared her happy moments with me. But today, I can feel that Rusmah's heart and dreams are shattered because Rusmah and Ratino enjoyed their marriage life for only 4-5 years and their eldest child is only 2 years old. The youngest is still in Rusmah's womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWjPfxx1lI/AAAAAAAADE0/vMDlsKyp7e0/s1600/Tino+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWjPfxx1lI/AAAAAAAADE0/vMDlsKyp7e0/s400/Tino+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500482006526580306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWjPNx0MjI/AAAAAAAADEs/vB813WmeaDQ/s1600/Tino+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TFWjPNx0MjI/AAAAAAAADEs/vB813WmeaDQ/s400/Tino+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500482001694896690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just could not sleep tonight thinking about them. So I decided to write this as a tribute to Mr Ratino. May his soul rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ratino will be buried at Kpg Jawa Menaul, Serian on 2nd August 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-8673112877426169507?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The event started from 29 July to 1 August 2010. Believe it or not, this was my first time seeing the race live from my own lens. The theme of the race was "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Race for Peace&lt;/span&gt;". It was an exciting events as thousands of locals and tourists gathered at Kuching Waterfront to watch this event. The road was blocked by police officers so I had to park my car quite a distance and walked to Kuching Waterfront. When I reached there, I was already sweating but thank goodness, the weather was merciful to us. It was not raining and it was not really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4153/4846090806_115e6bf2a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4153/4846090806_115e6bf2a2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Sale! Sales! Sales in the middle of the road)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4148/4845472371_d38af4c020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4148/4845472371_d38af4c020.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Race! Race! Race!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4133/4845473261_e6588ab90a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 195px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4133/4845473261_e6588ab90a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4127/4845472043_f7e5456f2e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4127/4845472043_f7e5456f2e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Boat race taiko! Don't play play o...hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4113/4845472663_1cbb955127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4113/4845472663_1cbb955127.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Grand Margherita Hotel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-5367526960027239066?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well...I have, especially electrical goods. However, it is a different story with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;City Chain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, the glass of my watch broke. I accidentally dropped it from the sofa. So, in April 2010, I sent it back to City Chain, The Spring, where I bought it two years ago. The staff promised me before that if anything happened to the watch, I can always send it to the shop for repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Whalla! True enough&lt;/span&gt;! When I sent it to them, they accepted it without  any question and they promised to get it fix in three months. I was so happy tto hear it,  since the watch is my favourite. After &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;three months, it is fixed&lt;/span&gt;! they called me up to collect it and it only cost me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM25&lt;/span&gt; to replace the glass in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TExPjMpLMLI/AAAAAAAADD8/Ab5L3i7C9mY/s1600/jam+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K-IBH15ZExo/TExPjMpLMLI/AAAAAAAADD8/Ab5L3i7C9mY/s800/jam+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497856711220474034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;City Chain&lt;/span&gt; for their good services. I would really recommend this shop, located in The Spring, Kuching, to those who are thinking of buying high quality watches. You won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/265033716523320662-5992227363353227524?l=reptoz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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