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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;At Kuching International Airport prior to our journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9tFSYMI-Gw/TrlU2UaJiGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ehucI4PWJeA/s1600/P2140184.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N9tFSYMI-Gw/TrlU2UaJiGI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ehucI4PWJeA/s320/P2140184.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Night Life at Bulit Bintang, KL Primier tourist attraction&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nice Hotel where we stay (Capitol Hotel) right at the heart of Bukit Bintang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;History (Building Left by the Dutch Colonies) in Malacca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Wanna try the "Beca"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;One of the Famous Portuguese remainder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-ab1tjRQTU/TrlWcsCZ6PI/AAAAAAAAAUc/eD24NY4Wv-U/s1600/P2160215.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-ab1tjRQTU/TrlWcsCZ6PI/AAAAAAAAAUc/eD24NY4Wv-U/s320/P2160215.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Right now it is the third highest building in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Journey Home at Kuala Lumpur International Airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aero Bridge at Petronas Twin Tower Kuala Lumpur&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Putra Jaya Lake &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside the ferry ride around Putra Jaya Lake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At View Point KL Tower&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Traveller :&amp;nbsp;Hello, nice to meet you. ( Halo, repo dapat batamu ngan kau. )&lt;br /&gt;
Local &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Sabaya ugak ( Same with you)&lt;br /&gt;
Traveller : It's a wonderful place here. ( Bato unang tampat di sia. )&lt;br /&gt;
Local &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;: Auklah, angat kahe. ( Yes it is, but its quite warm here. )&lt;br /&gt;
Traveller : Well, it is a tropic country and it is as expected. ( Auk Jamai'a' bah, memang jai'a bah&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;nagari&amp;nbsp;tropika.)&lt;br /&gt;
local&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Jama'e gak paja'anan tae? ( How is your journey&amp;nbsp;just now? )&lt;br /&gt;
Traveller : Oh. okey. It's take around one hour. ( Oh, ok. Samak sajam. )&lt;br /&gt;
Local &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Samadi diri' bakalakar badiri jai'a, jek diri' duduk di kade sambil nyocok aik. ( Rather then us&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; talking here, come lets us find some place in the coffee shop and&amp;nbsp;have some drinks. )&lt;br /&gt;
Traveller : It's a good idea. ( Koa buah pikir ang bato.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;In the Coffee shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A waiter&amp;nbsp; : Mia chocokak kitak? ( What drinks are you going order? )&lt;br /&gt;
Local &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Aik mia ang maok kau chocokak? ( What drink do you want? )&lt;br /&gt;
Traveller&amp;nbsp; : Give me a cool and refreshing "ice lemon tea". ( Barek aku aik dingin ngan nyaman, "teh ais&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;imo nepes" ) &lt;br /&gt;
Local &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Ia minta' teh ais imo nepes, aku barek cola ais campuri' garek dikit boh. ( My friends here ask for&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;ice lemon tea, and give me a coke mix with a little bit of salt, okey. )&lt;br /&gt;
A waiter&amp;nbsp; : Dibare'a aislah cola kitak koa? ( Your coke need an ice, sir? )&lt;br /&gt;
Local &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Auk.... ( Yes..)&lt;br /&gt;
Traveller&amp;nbsp; : Is there any cheap place to stay here, like a hotel or a chalet? ( Ada kek tampat diamp ang murah&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;di sia, aya hotel ato chalet? )&lt;br /&gt;
Local &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Oh, ada, ka tapi pante manyak, tapi di pasar nyian kahe sabuah, ba air-con gaunange. ( Oh, yes&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;there is, especially at the sea side, but in town only one and it is air-condition. )&lt;br /&gt;
Local &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Jek nang nyocok, aus nyian. ( Come let have our drinks, I'm thirsty. )&lt;br /&gt;
Traveller&amp;nbsp; : Come, ummmm....it's nice. ( Auk jek, ummmm ...nyaman. )&lt;br /&gt;
Traveller&amp;nbsp; : I'm going to stay for a few days, maybe around&amp;nbsp;three days. ( Aku maok di sia damp&amp;nbsp;dua ato&amp;nbsp;talu&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;ari, mungkin damp talu ari.)&lt;br /&gt;
Local&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Auklah, dapat ugak kau baja'atn-baja'atn nanang tampat di sia. ( Oh, yes that good, and you can&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;walk around to see the places here. )&lt;br /&gt;
Traveller&amp;nbsp; ; I hope I can used what ever&amp;nbsp;time I have here to walks around. ( Aku arap aku dapat makhe&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;masa&amp;nbsp;ang ku ada di sia sak baja'atn-baja'atn nanang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;utatn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. )&lt;br /&gt;
Local&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ; Ame gobar, dapat sabab tampat kami nyian ana' kaya'. ( Don't worry, you can because our&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;places here is not big. )&lt;br /&gt;
Traveller&amp;nbsp; : How about transport, is it easy to get? ( Jamae ngan pangangkutan, sanang kek? )&lt;br /&gt;
Local&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; : Oh, hal koa ame digobaratn, aku ada. Kalo ngagoak pangangkutan makhe urakng rami di sia&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;susah dikit. Kahe van ang ada, ana' tatap masa'e. ( Oh, about that don't worry, I'll provide it. If&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;you want to find public transport here it's quite difficult. We only a few van and the time is not&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;fixed. )&lt;br /&gt;
Traveller&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ; Oh, I see. Thank you then. ( Oh, jakoalah. Tarima' kasehlah boh. )&lt;br /&gt;
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Dears readers, above is some example of a Salako talking with his foriegn friend. Some words in Salako brings two meaning, depend on the situation the words is used. Example:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;1. utatn = &lt;em&gt;places, or jungle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have been &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;in the jungle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for two days. ( Aku di &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;damp utatn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; udah dua ari. )&lt;br /&gt;
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Beside that, translating English to Salako is not easy, because we have to see the situation how the words is used in the sentences, example:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. I hope I used what ever time I have here to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt; walks around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ( Aku arap aku dapat makhe masa ang ku&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;ada di sia sak &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;baja'atn-baja'atn nanang utatn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. )&lt;br /&gt;
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* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;around = kaliling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; , but because the words &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;walks around&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so the best expression to translate is &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;baja'atn-baja'atn nanang utatn&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Baja'atn = walk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Baja'atn-baja'atn = walks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Nanang utatn =&amp;nbsp;see places&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear readers, to translate a Salako text or an English text to a Salako text and vice verse, is not easy. If not, the meaning intended for will differ from the original meaning. Any indigenous language that is seldom been used in writing will face similar&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;problem. I hope in near future, lots of Salako will try our best to write some text with our own language so that we won't loose our original language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2883342956320539927-7882236723503029870?l=naremangsalako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As a naive person, the crazy idea that I think can and will solved this problem is simple. The Malaysian Government should asked all the housing developer to share this responsibilities together. The Government should in some way prepare a plot of land to build schools in&amp;nbsp;any housing project. Rather then getting taxes from the housing projects, the Government should make a priority for the housing project developer to build a school in the housing project vicinity and this responsibilities can be share by a few developers who develop the housing project concern. And so when the area is develop, a school is also ready to cater for the populations for the area concern. Surely a ratio of one class to 25 pupils is achievable. Beside that, any public utilities that is paramount for the people well being, the likes of Government Health Clinic should also be given the priority to be build in the vicinity of the housing projects.&lt;br /&gt;
This idea maybe seem crazy and will create a bit of uneasiness among property developers, what's wrong to share a slice of the cake for the benefit of the community as a whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2883342956320539927-3691094595823484575?l=naremangsalako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why don't the authorities concerns think of a way&amp;nbsp; to minimise the jams so that the road user doesn't have to loose their precious time to reach their destination. Why should road block be done in such a way where road user have to squeeze into one miserable lane out of two lane. Why don't do both side of the road and a warning sign been put 1km before the real road block is done. At least this will minimize the traffic jams.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2883342956320539927-4764417190305346871?l=naremangsalako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In this year 2010 world cup editions ( which is still going on ), we can learned a lot from it. As we know, South America is a great nation of football. Why so? My point of view is that the people love football as their way of life. Football can change their life. Football is everything to them. But, sometimes...love just can't bring that nations to be a world champion, as we can see Brazil against Holland, and Argentina against the Germans.&lt;br /&gt;
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To love football and like football is not enough. second to none, discipline is also important. To me, the Koreans and the Japanese is the best example of the well discipline teams. Although their standards of play is not on par with the best team in the world, but their well organize teams bring them to the last 16 team of the best among the best.&lt;br /&gt;
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To Africa, they have to change. Ghana is a good teams, but most African teams have one weakness, that is their individualistic character of their player. Sometimes, the riches league doesn't guaranteed a good football team for a nation, a good example is England. What make England a popular team because of an image played down by the great media exposure, but where are they now in the world cup? We will wait for Spain...are they able to stands up to be the world best teams?&lt;br /&gt;
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A teams that worth to be a world champions now, especially in this new millennium's is a teams of having a good working ethic, well organize, a well culture team spirit and top of it is the approach of "sports science". One teams that manage to show this quality is the Germans. They are the class above all. The way they play and their attitude during the game itself. Holland is also a team which has a bit of this approach, especially their hard works in the field.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, what we can say about Malaysia football now? In the 70's and early 80's, Malaysia is above the Koreans and the Japanese, but now we are 20 years behind this two teams. Love and like football is not enough. We have to be a well discipline, well organize, a good culture spirit, a deep pride and dignity towards our country and ourselves. Last but not least, a good sports science approach also played a very important role. No matter who we hire or how professional they are, if we ourselves is not ready to change, it is not worth to spend the money for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2883342956320539927-3948985469063462912?l=naremangsalako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Gawai, itself is a festival of celebrations for the end of paddy harvesting seasons. It is celebrated to give thanks to the "Sumangat Padi" because Paddy is the main staple foods of the Dayaks and we can say that paddy is the most respected "Foods" in the Dayaks community. &lt;br /&gt;
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So, Gawai is a festival and a celebrations, and it is one of the Dayaks identity in Malaysia. From every corner of Malaysia, every Dayaks community is flocking home to celebrate the Gawai Festival. Most major town in Sarawak will be crowed with people returning home, and as to say, a shopping spree is happening too. From the poor&amp;nbsp; to the wealthy, all&amp;nbsp;will spend to buy foods such as chickens, porks, tid-bits, soft drinks and yeep...surely the beers and liquor.&lt;br /&gt;
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What make me think about my own people attitude towards modernization in making their celebrations. It is not a traditions of a Salako customary, but it is creeping very fast into our society and it really making a very "scary" and drastic changes towards our people mentality. As to say, during gawai holidays there will lots of other celebrations taking place too, and one of it is the marriage ceremony. During this celebrations, lots of unwanted activities is taking places too. Two major event that never missed are the gambling, especially the "Holo game"&amp;nbsp;and the "fun fair". What a shame all this activities is making it grip towards our small communities.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is sad to know that our own colourful culture are being left behind because of the so called "Modernization". What will happened to our colourful culture? Why we need to change the source of our pride?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2883342956320539927-1257427170877818516?l=naremangsalako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Who cares&lt;br /&gt;
You are Rich or Poor &lt;br /&gt;
Who Cares&lt;br /&gt;
You are Great or Not&lt;br /&gt;
Who Cares&lt;br /&gt;
Because by the End When You are Gone&lt;br /&gt;
Its Gone Friends&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What Matter Most&lt;br /&gt;
The Sign that You Had Left&lt;br /&gt;
What Matter Most&lt;br /&gt;
Your Soul is Fine&lt;br /&gt;
What Matter Most&lt;br /&gt;
The Legacy that You have Made&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who Cares&lt;br /&gt;
When You Cry&lt;br /&gt;
Who Cares&lt;br /&gt;
What Made You Cry&lt;br /&gt;
Who Cares &lt;br /&gt;
When You Smile&lt;br /&gt;
Who Cares&lt;br /&gt;
What had Made You Smile&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What Matter Most&lt;br /&gt;
Is the feeling That You Feel&lt;br /&gt;
What Matter Most&lt;br /&gt;
Is the Sincerity that You Give&lt;br /&gt;
What Matter Most&lt;br /&gt;
Is the Burning Desire that You Had&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dear Friends&lt;br /&gt;
If You Have Had Any Friends&lt;br /&gt;
If They Really Care for You&lt;br /&gt;
If They Really Mean To Be Your Friends&lt;br /&gt;
At the End "Who Cares?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dear People&lt;br /&gt;
If They Really Want to Hear You&lt;br /&gt;
If They Really Want to Listen To You&lt;br /&gt;
If They Really Want to Accomendate You&lt;br /&gt;
At The End "What Matter Most" is You Yourself&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Be Youself&lt;br /&gt;
If You Want To Be Yourself&lt;br /&gt;
If You Want To Be Known&lt;br /&gt;
If You Want What Ever You Dreams Of&lt;br /&gt;
Just Be Yourself&lt;br /&gt;
Because By The End&lt;br /&gt;
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but it is too far away&lt;br /&gt;
I dream of flying like a birds&lt;br /&gt;
but&amp;nbsp;I have no wings&lt;br /&gt;
I dream of walking around the globe&lt;br /&gt;
but I can't cross the seven seas with a pair of legs&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A dream is only a dream to them&lt;br /&gt;
For me a dreams is a sense of virtually a realistic adventure&lt;br /&gt;
I can imagine all the impossible is a possible&lt;br /&gt;
It can all come alive through my imagination&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why me and&amp;nbsp;not them.....&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I'm powerless and they are powerfull&lt;br /&gt;
Or maybe I'm poor and they are mega rich&lt;br /&gt;
And maybe I'm unlucky and they are lucky&lt;br /&gt;
But.....&lt;br /&gt;
I'm&amp;nbsp; proud because I still can dream like them&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why me, not them....&lt;br /&gt;
That&amp;nbsp;live with&amp;nbsp;dreams &lt;br /&gt;
That live with imagination&lt;br /&gt;
That smile empty alone &lt;br /&gt;
That see impossible&lt;br /&gt;
And yet it can be&amp;nbsp;possible&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why me and not them.....&lt;br /&gt;
Born to be what I am&lt;br /&gt;
Suffer as what I am&lt;br /&gt;
Poor as what I am&lt;br /&gt;
Dream as what I am&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why me and not them.....&lt;br /&gt;
Seen as a candle&lt;br /&gt;
Burning &lt;br /&gt;
Giving light to darkness&lt;br /&gt;
Showing the path and directions&lt;br /&gt;
Till they reach the bright end of the tunnel&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why me...&lt;br /&gt;
Because I want me to be what I am&lt;br /&gt;
And not them....&lt;br /&gt;
Because they don't want to be like me&lt;br /&gt;
When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;
And my entity never ends&lt;br /&gt;
There will always be me&lt;br /&gt;
Being love, being hated and being seek&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Long time ago, the Salako were traditionally longhouse dwellers who made their living by subsistence farming. In recent years many have abandoned longhouses for single houses within villages, but many aspects of their traditional culture and social organization have been retained. Rice farming is still an important part of their culture and economy. The agricultural cycle is marked by important festivals called Gawai. Their way of life is structured by their adat (customary law) and rukun (a way of organizing their life). There is a strong sense of cooperation and communal sharing that goes back to the longhouse culture. Economic development and education have brought many of the Salako into the mainstream of modern Malaysian society, but they have managed to maintain many distinct aspects of their culture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Traditionally, the Salako were animists with some influence from Hinduism and Buddhism. While they attribute spirits to many things in nature such as birds, animals, and plants, many who hold to the traditional religion today believe in a supreme god who comes to their assistance in the cycle of rice cultivation as well as major events in the cycle of life. About 45% of the Salako have become Christians. Although many Salako have come to sincerely believe in the existence of God Al-Mighty, and do attend church, some remain nominal Christians. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While many of the Salako have experienced the benefits of an improved educational system and the modern economy, the rural Salako in particular are not experiencing the same level of progress. For those in the mainstream of modernization, there is a challenge to maintain their cultural heritage and identity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salako Land Usage and Management&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In many parts of the world, forests, trees and their products provide the critical components of household, village, regional and national economies. This view are to see how the dependence of Salako swidden cultivators on forest resources in Lundu base on their historical perspective, detailing how Salako traditional swidden cultivators have adapted to political, economic, cultural and environmental changes. Interactions between the Salako socio-cultural heritage and the profound development in social and environmental are affecting changes access to the forest and changes in traditional management practices and concepts of ownership, as well as the very ability of the Salako people to continue to live as swidden cultivators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Traditional Salako swidden agriculture dweller systems in Lundu range from wet-field (swamp or irrigated paddy rice) and dry-field production of annual crops, to various agro forestry regimes. The agro forestry practices include planting trees and crops in home gardens, and other forest enrichment planting practices, such as planting fruits trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Salako village people give estimations the size of their land not by acreage, but by the amount of rice cultivated and produced. People know exactly how many baskets of rice they plant each year and how much they produce: to them, the products of the land are more important than the amount of land itself. Their land use are Paya’ (irrigated paddy field), Uma (Hill paddy field), Kabon (annual crops such as pepper), Taya’atn (small plot of land for crops or vegetables), Kompokng ( fruits trees plantation such durian and illipe nuts) and Timawakng ( an old living place where fruits trees are left to grows and manage).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salako Swidden Agriculture Practice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Through a simple explaination, swidden agriculture is frequently called "shifting" or "slash and burn" agriculture, it is often not shifting at all. On the contrary, the Salako swidden style of cultivation constitutes a single part of a long-term agro forestry system, involving very long and complex rotations of crops and trees on various patches of land. Salako swiddeners do not simply slash and burn forest, moving without pattern or plan from one place to another. Their forest management practices, and the purpose associated with various practices and various products, have been particularly misunderstood. It is important to redress this lack of understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In practical swidden agriculture, all staple foods as understood by the Salako swidden dweller, come from the forest, although the forest's function in the production of rice, maize, vegetables and fruits sometimes appears to be limited to supplying ash for fertilizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Salako swiddener’s, after clearing an old growth forest species, they will cultivate that land for one or two years, especially for planting paddy, and then determine its future use. The swidden plot can be left as a relatively unaltered fallow - reserved for future field crop cultivation. Meanwhile, the owner and villagers will use the wild or encouraged succession species that may grow in the fallow such tapioca and wild sour brinjals. Alternatively, the fallow field can be planted with fruit trees (explicitly including durian and/or illipe nut trees) or some kind of cash crop such as rubber, cocoa, illipe nut or pepper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After swiddening, therefore, they makes important decisions about how a plot of land will be managed. These decisions will not only affect the plot's species composition and the configuration of indigenous rights to the land and resources, but will also affect the decisions that the household makes about its other lands, trees and the forest to which it has access.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The decisions by the Salako swiddener’s not to plant economic trees or not to clear areas do not mean the forest is not managed. Decisions not to clear certain kinds of trees, their habitats, or whole areas of the forest are desired for their forest products, and it is a simple way of managing the forest, and its means of regulating access to specific products within a "low-impact" management area/habitat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forest cleared for swidden are eventually returned, through natural or managed succession, to old growth cover over a very long period or swidden fallows are converted permanently to fruit and rubber gardens, mixed with a variety of encouraged "wild", succession species. In essence, it appears that over generations the swidden use of forests is sustainable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Native Customary Land Right – NCR (Tanah Adat/Pusaka) Tenure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rights of indigenous Salako people in Malaysia, especially in Lundu to convert or use particular forest territories and products are conveyed in multiple sets of customary access rules called adat (rules). In general there are three main types of property tenure: common property rights (CPRs); descent group common property rights (descent group CPRs); and, private property rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Common property rights are held either by the village as a whole or by descent groups. Descent group rights can be likened to "heirloom rights" and are shared among kith and kin. Private land rights for swiddening are recognised by the community for both individuals and families and, when ownership disputes arise, they are arbitrated by the village head or the head of customary law. Both men and women are accorded these rights, as they relate strongly to each individual's input of labour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Common property rights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The common property in Salako society is the village territory. These territories were established by the ancestors who pioneered settlement and created the traditional geographic boundaries. The government then established formal boundaries which essentially followed these traditional divisions and most of these divisions remain and are recognised by the contemporary Sarawak State.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Formerly, the village proper consisted of one or two longhouses, which in turn contained as many as 10 to 20 doors or apartments located in a settlement area. Today, most village units consist of clusters of single family houses built in a residential section of the village territory. These separate households hold common property rights to the village territory and the forest products (both flora and fauna) within that territory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Under the traditional laws of resource allocation, the land and forest surrounding the longhouse settlements remain village common property until the conditions for private claim or control are exercised by individuals or groups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When common resources and products are shared, the group as a whole must usually agree to share the resources and products by community labour, and if any of the fellow community doesn’t participate, his ownership rights are indirectly “forfeited”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Some forest products are also village common property wherever they grow. Any villager can collect firewood from someone's garden or swidden fallow without asking permission. Besides that, most wild foods, such as mushrooms, greens, ferns and bamboo shoots, all of which grow in the forest, in old swidden fallows or in gardens, are commonly shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certain other products are village CPRs when they are wild but private property when they are planted or protected. For example, wild pandanus growing in the forest is a village CPR, but if it is planted in swidden fallows, it becomes private property. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descent group rights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Salako society, descent group common property rights are rights to trees or land held in common by the descendents of tree planters, tree protectors/managers, or forest clearers. The rights most often apply to trees and the fruit of trees. These are the rights retained by the children and grandchildren of the original tree planter or manager. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rights of transfer for commonly held resources are restricted, and if any of the coheirs wants to cut or sell the tree or, in some cases, sell the land, all the other heirs should be asked permission and should be given a share in the profits or the wood. Failure to do so can result in family censure or in a hearing with village leaders and the payment of a customary fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Private rights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Private rights to land and forest products are generally recognized by the Salako communities if one or all of three circumstances prevail: (a) there is an investment of labour in the land or in the product's management; (b) inheritance; or (c) prior claim (finder's rights).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For trees, especially seasonal fruits trees, private rights are recognized when an individual plants, harvests, maintains (manages), and protects the tree. The rights to newly-planted trees are maintained by the planter and his household, while old trees are jointly-owned by the planter's descent group. Generally, men and women inherit rights in fruit trees equally. Finding and marking a tree also constitutes an ownership claim, but often further evidence of some management is required to uphold the claim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besides claims based on labour investment and inheritance, private rights may be acquired through gift or purchase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customary fines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Community sanctions have protected individual and household claims on both land and trees. Cutting someone's planted or managed trees, wherever they are located (in old swiddens, forest or home gardens), has always been grounds for levying a customary fine. The payment of fines for cutting trees can be compared to the payment of fines for taking someone's life: although the amount for the latter is significantly higher, the process and the justification are basically the same, because both acts deprived another's descendants of a livelihood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Different types of customary fines must be paid according to the severity of the offence, usually by a system of weighing, which is “tahil”. Besides that, the offender are required to pay the fine which can be paid with cash, or property like trees, swidden fallows or pigs. Fines increase according to the level at which the dispute is finally settled. These fines have been standardised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hazards of development in the Salako Swiddeners&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Access to modern facilities is not all beneficial. Through the introductions of development, social dysfunctions have also been creeping slowly into the community because of the extensiveness of interactions with the regional market economy and other social changes. Most disturbing are the incidents of increased gambling and drinking, particularly among young people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is not surprising that many young people do not want to make swiddens or take part in the production of annual crops; this is common in many contemporary Salako villages where young people want to be "modern". The loss of large amounts of money to gambling and drinking however, rather than the investment of any surplus in potentially productive enterprises for the future, worries many of the more responsible village people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The formalization of traditional rights as so called Native Customary Rights-NCR (though flawed as a concept because it comes after protest by the native’s when the government began to claimed all the commercial timber resources, designated reserves, and divided all land into political land use classifications) has in fact create more&amp;nbsp;opportunities for the Salako swiddeners to pursue further their way of integrating their life into this much anticipated modern farming development. An understanding of the indigenous people's traditional forest managment practices, which have survived several hundred years, will help us in our ability to wisely manage our resources.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reference:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Nancy Lee Peluso; The Impact of Social and Environmental Change on Forest Management:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;Case&amp;nbsp;Study from West Kalimantan, Indonesia, The FAO Forestry Department, United Nations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Angat lalu rasa'e ari nyian sampe ana' babaju duduk ngadapik air kupi. Damia ang maok ditulisa' makhe pakalakaratn ngan paredongan sabayaatn diri' auk. Aku sabanare coba-coba bah nulis makhe bahasa diri' Salako, baajar bah. Kalo maok diri' paredongan gaunange tantang tulisatn bahasa diri' Salako nyian, diri' kana duduk samejaatn sacara taratur (formal) baruk muih jaji karajaan jukut ja'ia.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ikut kajian urakng-urakng ang pakar bahasa ngan linguitik, bahasa Salako, Ahe, Kanayatn koa sabanare tagolong damp kalompok bahasa "Malayic Dayak" atopun sabage bahasa asal rumpun bahasa laut ang dimakhe ari nyian. Aku rasa cukup bangga lalu sabab ada ugak asal-usul bangsa diri' ang dapat diri' ngakok damp nagari diri' nyian.&lt;br /&gt;
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Damp diri' baredokng ngan ngalakar nyian, kalo ang sidi diri' maok ngakok asal-usul bahasa diri' ang paling sesuai sabage bahasa asal rumpun bahasa laut di nusantara nyian, diri' kanalah sabanare ngangkatatn bahasa diri' nyian, patama-patama'e tulisatn ang bastatus saragam ang diri' makhe di saluruh binua diri' ang ada di Londok koa...auk jama'e kek?&lt;br /&gt;
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Udah patakng lalu utan de, puakng bakakap unang nyian. Koalah bodo ku sandirik ugak gaunange de, ba'ikh babahata cholop ta'i. Auk jamaya' bah, tauk rampuh ajak auk.....bakakap pun bakakp lah, asal namu maraga sak puakng. Parut pun dah bakareyok lalu nyian,....kaparatn. Ampus taiyamp kahe nabanan amok sak makatn tangahari ajak...saepetatn&amp;nbsp; balaok samba ngan ikatn karikng gonjeng ajak. &lt;br /&gt;
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Nang kapak lalu rasa'e paha ku nyian, apak paha agik abis ba'apakatni'. Sakit ngan padih lalu rasa'e. Rangit pun mangkak kajar nangungi' tarenyek....eeeee payah lalu jai'ia. Maok golong ngak rokok, timako pun dah kaabisatn nyian. Gangokng pun dah tawar lalu.....aik ku pun dah abis.Susah.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Lalu ka jaramik agik nyian, bapadihatni' angan nyian abis kana se'et daukng amakng...mae ana'...ngarampek lalu nyian, abis saganap tungur di ngalantaki'. Beberku pun badoyo de...kana panter bala anak-anak kayu di jaramik nyian. Nasib bah mataku nyian masih tarakng, dapatlah ugak medo-medoi' rampekatn-rampekatn dangan ang bagagok mangala di jaramik nyian. &lt;br /&gt;
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Bukatn nya dameiya gaunange, gaik ugak bah basorakng-sorakng bajaatn utatn dah ramang-ramang ja'ia. Hehehe...nyaramang ugak ba bulu de nangar bunyi-bunyi jukut antah barantah koa....ditamahi' ngan bayang-bayang segenak kayu masa ramang-ramang ja'iatn...uuuu maok batalambak oooo....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the Ankabakng Trees at our family orchards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;In todays modern world, I dont know&amp;nbsp;if this type of orchards which belong to the indingenous people or orang asal will survived the&amp;nbsp;ever triving&amp;nbsp;development of modern world? Beside that, do the new generations of educated indigenous people or the orang asal have the will to preserved this lush green orchards, or will they themselves will develop it with a better development for material gains, and the worst thing is wheather the goverment will take it and used it for development which will make this orchards gone forever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Most of the angkabakng and the durians trees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;around the orchards are more or less 100 years old already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;worry of this uncertainities surounding this orchards. To the goverment agencies, this type of orchards is not productive and a waste of land. But, as we know this is the heritage of the orang asal or the indigenous people land. It should stay as it is. As a naive person view, we ourselves should starts consulting&amp;nbsp; the goverment agencies&amp;nbsp;of how to preserved this heritage of ours and make an&amp;nbsp;effort to educate&amp;nbsp;ourselves to maintains this type of orchards so that it could benefict us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;small river running throught my family orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A snap shot one butterfly flying freely around the orchard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1) The three durians from three different trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/S3VADZ4lyxI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rypzQQIgJm4/s1600-h/P2110163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/S3VADZ4lyxI/AAAAAAAAAQs/rypzQQIgJm4/s200/P2110163.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2) This durian has a long,&amp;nbsp;deep&amp;nbsp;and sharp torny and it's weight is almost 8 - 10 kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/S3VAv3uh2QI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/E50CW4x8AW4/s1600-h/P2110164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/S3VAv3uh2QI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/E50CW4x8AW4/s200/P2110164.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3) This durian has short, shallow torny looks and it's weight between 8 - 10 kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/S3VBbYdJiOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mt82vAO1DTE/s1600-h/P2110165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/S3VBbYdJiOI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/mt82vAO1DTE/s200/P2110165.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4) This durian has the shallower torny, and it's weight around 6 - 8 kg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/S3VCFrlqGEI/AAAAAAAAARE/m1EwJpiWreE/s1600-h/P2110166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/S3VCFrlqGEI/AAAAAAAAARE/m1EwJpiWreE/s200/P2110166.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The flesh of this durian is also big and fleshy. However, the taste is a little bit bitter and not so sweet as ordinary size durians. It is also quite crunchy, not like ordinary size durians which has a sticky type of flesh. Its flesh color is creamy yellow. For ordinary person like me, just one of the flesh is enough to fill up the stomach, and two,...I will surely can't finish it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;5) This is the flesh of the durian which has the shallower torny. The flesh is big.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/S3VOxwf9h8I/AAAAAAAAARU/cdRTi7UdzDI/s1600-h/P2110168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/S3VOxwf9h8I/AAAAAAAAARU/cdRTi7UdzDI/s320/P2110168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6) The close-up poto of the flesh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Morning: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Wake-up : 0600 &lt;br /&gt;
Send Children to school: 0645 ( to and fro about 30 minutes )&lt;br /&gt;
School Athletics Training: 0800 - 1000&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Noon to Late Evening:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1130: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;
1230: Teacher on duty of the weeks for gathering students in between morning session end and afternoon&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; session starts. &lt;br /&gt;
1245 : School Yearly Sports Meet Meeting ( Finish at 1425 )&lt;br /&gt;
1435 : Send my children home&lt;br /&gt;
1500: Going to Sports Supplier to order miscellameous&amp;nbsp; for the school sport day and 10 competition hurdle&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for the school athletes training programmed.&lt;br /&gt;
1530 : School athletics&amp;nbsp; training for the morning session students ( the main progression parts )&lt;br /&gt;
1600 to 1705 : PE class&lt;br /&gt;
1740 to 1820: Sit-in for classes without reachers&lt;br /&gt;
1830 : Jotting comments about the school situations of the day in the afternoon sessions reports books....&lt;br /&gt;
1845 : Drive home after seeing all students are home....&lt;br /&gt;
1930 : Reach home after going through traffic jams and stopping at the Supermarkets....my stomach "hell" it&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; started to sing because I'm really hungry...&lt;br /&gt;
2000: Have a light dinner so that it won't upset my stomach....it's hurt...&lt;br /&gt;
2010 : Washing myself with warm water using the water heater in the bathroom....&lt;br /&gt;
2030 : Just...then I manage to settle down a bit by browsing the internet reading news...&lt;br /&gt;
2100 : Hope to starts filling the Participating Form for the Inter-house Athletics Meets....what a day...today is the due date....hacks can't get enough helps from a naive colleague about sports, can't blame him....temporary teacher too...&lt;br /&gt;
???? : When can I finish my works....don't know&lt;br /&gt;
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My energy is drain. That is a PE teacher, a school athletics coach, the school technical athletics advisor, a dicipline teacher, and the School Sports Secretary work load for the day........dam it...I'm trying to cope-up my life..... The questions is...how about my degree course work? How can I balance my time to do all the works....Oh God I pray for help and guidences so that I won't become crazy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2883342956320539927-1032111224944248389?l=naremangsalako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It all started when we choose one restaurant and it's clean and nice. When my family sit down, we were given a menu. That's all. Around 10 minutes or more waiting for a waiter to come but none appear.Then my spouse wave her hands to called a waiter, and the waiter came and take our order.&lt;br /&gt;
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While jotting our order, I asked how long will it take for the foods we order to be ready. The answer is, "we doesn't have enough hands going around". That surprise me a lot, especially for a good looking restaurant. What a shame to the restaurant "brand" name.&lt;br /&gt;
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30 minutes later, our foods served to us, but not the whole orders.....mine, a simple "nasi kari". As my family eats their foods, until they nearly&amp;nbsp; finish, my own order still doesn't arrived., even my simple "kopi o". What a "shit" type of services it is....although we remained the waiter many times though.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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My patient run out. I just walked out leaving my family finishing their dinner, and as I walked out, I remained my spouse just pay what they are serve only. I notice that some customer walked out without having their order taken too......Then, when my family have finished their dinner, my order arrived at last (hahaha...maybe they order it from overseas), surprise too....two plates of "nasi kari" coming instead of one. We just said we don't want it any more and we only paid the order that is served earlier. The waiter seems to get upset because after explaining we just walked out. One thing though...the chicken curry that they served is directly from a canned chicken curry which they heated before they served it. Wow.....what a menu....&lt;br /&gt;
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Our order is simple that is 5 roasted chicken rice, 2 chicken curry rice, 4 warm milo drinks, 2 ice milo and a "kopi o". First arrived 4 roasted chicken rice, and 1 chicken curry rice. About 10 minutes later, then arrived another 1 roasted chicken rice. Fews minutes later 4 warm milo drinks and then 2 ice milo.......thats all. My family finished their dinner and my spouse in the counter paying....then another 2 chicken curry rice appear, and still no "kopi o".....hahahaha...nice way to served customers...and be happy....The cost minus 1 chicken curry rice and a "kopi o" is RM54.80... Frankly that will be the first and no more to that restaurant...........it services is so bad that I give -0.00 out of ten. What a "SHIT".....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2883342956320539927-4890452115127566928?l=naremangsalako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Aku amat mementingkan kesempurnaan kerja dan aku tidak suka jika ada orang yang bekerja kerana nama atau imbuhan. Aku mementingkan meritokrasi kerja kerana di penghujungnya....kepuasan dalam hati dan nuraini adalah matlamat kerjaku.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aku suka bersendirian sebabnya aku tidak suka menunggu.....sebab tahap kesabaran ku adalah terhad. Jam di tangan ku pun diawalkan 15 minit dari masa atau waktu sebenarnya. Sebabnya aku cepat gemuruh jika aku lewat. Itulah aku.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Aku tidak suka memerintah. Aku, jika dipilih sebagai pemerintah hanya akan membahagikan tugas...selebihnya aku tunjukkan cara melalui cara aku bekerja. Aku jarang menegur....reaksiku hanya wajahku yang melambangkannya. Aku hanya ada dua pilihan...mahu atau tidak mahu...itu sahaja. Alasan bagi aku hanya helah untuk mengelak. Aku melihat kesulitan dan masalah bukan sebagai halangan, tetapi sebagai cabaran untuk di cari penyelesaian.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bahan dan rujukan bagi aku hanya sebagai alat panduan, sebab jika dituruti ia akan mengalakkan budaya tiruan atau palagiat. Aku mementingkan kekreatifan untuk penyelesaian. Aku tidak suka menonton sebab itu aku tidak mahu ditonton. Aku amat benci suara-suara sumbang dibelakang atau disekeliling. Jika mahu menonton, diam dan simpan jika yang aku pertontonkan itu ada isinya.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aku amat tidak senang dunia protokol dan oleh itu aku tidak suka mengampu. Pertemuan untuk penjelasan dan penerangan biar hanya satu, penilaian biar seribu agar ia dapat menghasilkan satu kualiti bermutu. Kawan bagi aku adalah rakan pembimbing dan pembantu yang perlu bersepadu. Tanpa kawan aku jadi batu dan kayu kerana tiada tempat untuk mengadu.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aku amat menyajung kualiti budaya kerja, budaya hidup dan budaya kekeluargaan bersepadu kerana ia mampu menyuntikan mutu penghidupan kita. Aku selalu mengingatkan anak-anakku dan juga pelajar-pelajarku bahawa di akhir musim persekolahan kita, kita harus jadi manusia terpelajar. Terpelajar tidak semestinya pandai, terpelajar bermakna kita mampu menghasikan suatu kerja bermutu. Ini contohnya: Jika menjadi penjual di gerai jalanan, kita seharusnya tidak menggunakan air yang hanya sebaldi yang disilih ganti untuk mencuci. Apa tidaknya kita menggunakan pinggan pakai buang, cawan pakai buang dan beg pembungkus yang dibuat daripada kertas....lebih hygenic kan dan mesra alam.&lt;br /&gt;
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Entah...banyak dibenak ku, itulah aku. Merungut sendiri dan bercakap sendiri....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2883342956320539927-1452502728648297952?l=naremangsalako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My bicycle brand is Raleigh Elite Disc Trail Alloy Series.&amp;nbsp; My Raleigh which I bought is made in China, and a quality one, beside it is&amp;nbsp; cheaper then European or American made. I think the quality is on par with the European and the American&amp;nbsp; made.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the details about my ATB Trail bicycle&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This my ATB bicycle, a Raleigh Trail Series made from Alloy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;An easy handling of the rear cog-set and a disc brake (TEKFRO XOH)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The front disc brake.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A 12 speed Shimano Deore rear derailleur.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Shimano Deore&amp;nbsp; front derailleur, and the red plastic ring&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The adjustable SR Suntour XCM V2 shock absorber.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Shimano Deore derailleur gear adjuster control and the CAT EYE meter&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Water bottle carrier.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A wonderful Zefal Parts as a carrier at the rear. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A blinking lead rear light.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm still not satisfied with my ATB bicycle and I'm going to up-grade it to a better mechanism especially about the derailleur speed gear and the saddle. But for now, I am enjoying my ride with my bicycle. I'm also trying to learn more about DIY to maintained my bicycle.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, a few month backs, I dig deep in my pocket to buy some bicycle so that I can cycle to my works place or have a leisure ride during the weekends with my nephews and brother in law. First its difficult though especially when we ride a bicycle in a heavy traffic roads, but no choice as the adrenaline is so high to enjoy the cycling adventure. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beside just reading the boring what ever news, stories and "stupid" gossip in the newspapers, magazine and boring academically books, now I have turn to something new...about cycling and health. We all know that cycling is not just enjoyable leisurely hobby, but as we cycle, we are exercising too. Cycling is soft towards our knees and legs, yet&amp;nbsp; cycling is an enjoyable type of aerobic exercise. Cycling is also a good way for us to promote a healthy life, especially reducing the risks of cardiovascular problems, high blood pressure, obesity and diabetes. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I enjoy cycling and the bonding of my children is terrific. We cycle together on every weekends.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my bicycle. A Raleigh, an old Brand Name&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but now it is manufactured in China. A British Brand....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Angkabakng is a Salako words to mentions this tree. The Ibans call it Engkabang, while the Orang Ulu's called it Tengkawang, and the Bukar-Sadong Bidayuh called it "Santong". It is a native crop grows in the tropical rainsforests of South East Asia, especially in the Island of Borneo that covers Sarawak, Sabah (Malaysia) and Kalimantan in Indonesia. From this fruits names the locals (indigenous) people called Helicopter as Belon Angkabakng (Salako) or Belon Engkabang in Ibans because the way this fruit falls to the ground, that is spinning just like the Helicopter blade spins.&lt;br /&gt;
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My blog title Naremang is base on the activities of our people collecting this fruits especially at the end season of this  fruits seasons by the months of January. This activities or Naremang is an activity of collecting the fruits that is already start sprouting (as picture bellow).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our people (great grandparents) planted this Angkabakng many years ago because its has commercial value. During the seasons, we'll collects the ripen fruits fallen by the gusting winds. Then we'll noko'i (knock) the fruits with a small piece of woods to separate the fruits from the "wings". After that we'll Nyale (smoke dry) it inside a hut specially built for this fruits seasons. Usually it will take 2 to 3 days to dry it. Then we'll ngopakik (breaks) the dried shells of the fruits to gets the dried seeds and it’s ready for sale. It’s a tedious job though and yet the price is so low, and mid 80's it only fetches around 0.50 US dollar per kilograms. As mention in a few journals and blogs that is published in the nets, this trees took  8-9 years to mature. It life spans can lasted for 100years or more, as what that still stands until today at my family orchard.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These trees produce a fruits that is beneficial to us as human being. From a few facts that I read from the nets, the fruits is rich in fatty acids of oil, that is: Palmitic acid 18.0%, Stearic acid 43.3%, Arachidic acid 1.1%, Oleic acid 37.4%, and Linpleic acid 0.2%.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As mentions in a few article in the nets, the angkabakng fruits can be processed into a butter (Illipe butter) and have high ability to restore elasticity to the skin. It is beneficial for the treatment of:  Moisturizing chronically dry skin, Mature skin, Sunburn, Healing sores, Damaged skin, Rough skin (such as on feet), Mouth ulcers, and Dry or over processed hair. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, as thing turns around in this 21 century, sad to know that a lots of this angkabakng trees is fallen down by the greedy and unscurpulus people for the highly sought after timber. To me, we can't blame them for cutting down these trees because the price of this fruits tree is nothing compare to the tedious works that we have to go through in processing this fruits before we can markets to the world community to benefit it. Sad to say, in this year seasons (2009-2010), nobody in my community is collecting this fruits because there no news of any towkey in town is willing to buy it. What a waste.......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm lucky because my parents, especially my staunch mother who is still keeping and protecting the grown trees, and there is almost 20 - 30 big and tall almost 100 years plus trees at my family kompokng (orchard). What a wonderful tree it is. Actually this ankabakng trees has a lot of varieties, and at my home town, Lundu there is still a lots to see, and the wild species that grows wild is still standing tall at our proud heritage of Gading Mountain which is one of the famous Government Reserved Forest in Sarawak. Hopefully this wonderful tree will last, because although as we say it is protected, but still there is some greedy and unscrupulous people couldn't care much the important of nature to us. To them fast money is better than a wonderful lush greenly world.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Have You Got Time?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Time comes in little boxes. Each box is called a day.&lt;br /&gt;
Thrity boxes makes a carton- called a month.&lt;br /&gt;
A shipment of twelve cartons makes a year.&lt;br /&gt;
On Jan 1, we get new shipment-twelve cartons.&lt;br /&gt;
What a lot of time to have! We are rich in time.&lt;br /&gt;
But are you sure you recieved a full shipment?&lt;br /&gt;
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What if your subscription time ran out during the year?&lt;br /&gt;
What if you opened a carton and found only empty boxes?&lt;br /&gt;
No more time? No more time?&lt;br /&gt;
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But you may have a full shipment this year.&lt;br /&gt;
And you may have more shipments in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet, will you say, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have no time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;
That is a strange remark.&lt;br /&gt;
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People who say '&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have no time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' always have time.&lt;br /&gt;
Those who have no time are dead.&lt;br /&gt;
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The dead do not mention their lack of time.&lt;br /&gt;
Only the living say 'I have no time.'&lt;br /&gt;
All have the same amount of time-24 hours a day, or none.&lt;br /&gt;
The difference is how we use our time.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we say we have "&lt;i&gt;no time&lt;/i&gt;' for &lt;i&gt;'something&lt;/i&gt;,' we mean that the '&lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;' is not important enough.&lt;br /&gt;
We have to spend our time.&lt;br /&gt;
It won't keep in a bank-not even with a time lock on the vault.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you say you have no time for church or to serve Christ,&lt;br /&gt;
You are saying that you would rather spend your time in other ways.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course you don't want to sound that way.&lt;br /&gt;
You want to say, "&lt;i&gt;I'll give time to God later when I have more time&lt;/i&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;
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But are you sure you will have more time?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;What if your next box is.......EMPTY?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Written by Revd. Patrick Wong&lt;br /&gt;
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My dear readers and Salako people, I'm not talking about faiths here, although the words of reminder above do so. What I'm trying to say is that, we have to spend time together as a concerns Salako especially about our diminishing identity. We are moving forward fast but lacks to realize that we are moving away from our religare or "rukun" and "adat". The culture that our great grand parents give us is our identity, and yet nowadays we are forgetting about it. As mentions above, time won't wait and how about if our next box of time is Empty? It is important for us as a Salako. which is small in numbers to work together to preserve our culture as our identity. The question is WHO will starts, and WHEN to starts. Our old folks is still here as our living reference while there are still time for us. What if there is no more time, surely it will be late to starts and its hard to do all the research because IT WILL ONLY BE HISTORY. We needs to starts together because we can't walk alone in preserving our culture as our identity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2883342956320539927-5339269648043451463?l=naremangsalako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Gift's For Bababuk Celebration (Pabuisatn Gawe Bababuk)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Salako Circumcision Celebration or Gawe Basunat Bababuk is one of many celebrations that the Salako people celebrated. It is a traditional customary of Salako people way of realizing their "niat" or wish of joys for their male children who have undergone circumcision. It is also a way for them to show to their community that their children is turning to adulthood. It is not a ritual, but only a simple ceremony of joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This celebration bring a lot of joy to the community itself. It is during this celebration where all the community shows the spirit of cooperation by giving a helping hands in the preparation of the celebration. This celebration also brings a good brotherhood among the community, especially among the relatives of the celebrant.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This celebrations usually done in two days. The first day is the preparation day or "Macah Baras". The second day is the ceremony of joy or the celebration which starts as early as 5.00 am. The night between the two days, the elderly including the celebrant will sit down together to talks (basapakat) about the intentions of the celebration and who who's is responsible and has the right to accept and receive the gift's (pabuisatn) the next day. The meeting can last quite long, and here where the younger generation of the community can learned the customary ( rukun ) of know how about running the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Actually the "Gawe Bababuk" is a simple ceremony of joy where the preparation of the gift's is only for a few persons who is responsible in giving a helping hand to the celebrant during the circumcision, such as:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. The host of the ceremony or "Lawakng"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. The person who done the circumcision on the boy or "Tukang Sunat"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. The person who help bring the boy for circumcision or "Pangamin"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;5. The person who help sending the boy for circumcision or "Tukang Antat or Pangantat"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;6. The person who is expert in doing the cutting of the slaughtered pig. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is the simple order of how the celebration or ceremony of joy for circumcision ( Gawe Basunat Bababuk) is done:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making the "Tumpik" or "Numpik" at the evening of the "Macah Baras"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The cooking of the "Lamang" or "Madar Lamang" using "Ra'rahatn".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Working together catching the pig for slaughtering as a gift (pabuisatn) that weight almost 80kg&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The "Bakalakar Basapakat" at the night of the "Macah Baras"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;* The two elderly man sitting in front of the "apar" is the two persons who will be responsible for the ritual priest of the ceremony or "panyangahatn" and also the community leader or "Katua kampokng or Katua Raya" who will be in-charge of distributing the gift during the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The proses of cutting the slaughtered pig by the expert who knows how&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;according to "rukun" or as the rules of the "pabuisatn" (gifts)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;* The cutting of the slaughtered pig is divided precisely into different parts, such as:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Ka'akng Buis &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;7. A'sukng Banukng (the main parts)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;10. Angan Padar&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The process of cutting and dividing the pig parts&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;which has been blanched or "dingarok" for the "Pabuisatn".&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The prepared gifts to be distributed to the persons concerns (Pabuisatn)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The "Bakalakar Kasapaduatn" ceremony where the elderly,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; the Katua Raya and the Panyangahatn compromise&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;in distributing the gifts to rightful persons.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The ceremony of joy will always lasted for a few hours where the elderly will talks and decide until they reach a compromise who is the rightful persons should accept the gift's.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To my point of view, this ceremony of joy is a good ceremony for our people (Salako) to maintain their brotherhood and friendship among themselves as one community. Beside that, it is a way of strengthening this relationship by keeping "our spirit of togetherness" and working together as a community.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;By the end of the day, it is a way for our younger generation to understand our own culture and keeping it alive to enrich our Malaysian diversity of cultures. It is also as a starting points for our young generation to realize that we need an identity of our own culture for safe keeping as a SALAKO. We need our identity before we loose it, especially in this fast moving cyber world. WE HAVE OUR IDENTITY.......BUT WHERE AND WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Apar contains the offering. &lt;br /&gt;
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The basic traditional foods are the Bontokng (rice cake wrap in special leaves and cooked inside a bamboo), Lamang (made of glutinous rice wrap in banana leaves and cooked inside a bamboo), Tumpi’[k] (a deep fried pancake made from rice flour), Karakek (a piper betel leaves), Kapur (lime stone paste), Pinang (Betel nut), Timako (Tobacco) and Rokok Apong (cigar made from nipah palm leaves). Beside these basic traditional foods, the animals offering are Manok (chicken) and parts of Enyekng (pork). To complete the offering especially for their religious or healing ceremony, there will be a small saucer fill with Baras Kuning (rice colored yellow with turmeric), and it is called “patek”. &lt;br /&gt;
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The basic meaning of symbol for the traditional foods and miscellaneous offering are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Bontokng is the gist symbol for the indigenous Dayak Salako offering. This is because rice is from paddy, and it is the main gist of the indigenous Dayak Salako life. Without paddy and rice, there will be a hard life and rice is the staple food of the indigenous Dayak Salako. Bontokng symbolize life.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Lemang and Tumpi’[k] symbolize the male and female. Lemang which is cooked in a bamboo symbolize a male and tumpi’[k] which is made from rice flour is soft symbolize a female. It basic meaning is all life that lives in this world start from partnership of male and female.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/SroVvi55Q0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/HUA3vIQRLGM/s1600-h/2695766482_0844d8b198_fc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/SroVvi55Q0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/HUA3vIQRLGM/s200/2695766482_0844d8b198_fc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bontokng, Lamang and Tumpi'[k] &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;3. Karakek, Kapur and Pinang is a type of chewing foods for the indigenous Dayak salako women. This three symbolize the character of a female which give birth and produce children. Karakek which is green in color, symbolize nature, Kapur which white in color symbolize a semen (usually this kapur is spread over the karakek before eaten), and Pinang will create the color of red, which symbolize blood.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Timako and Rokok Apong symbolize politeness. Timako is a symbol of a pubic hair, and the Rokok Apong is a symbol of covering the pubic area of the male and female.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Timako and Apong (Tobacco and Nipah Palm Leaves Cigar)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;5. The slaughtered animals offering that is Manok and Enyekng parts is a symbol of thanks giving to the spirit, and it is also as a sign of brotherhood for the persons who helps organizing the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. The patek symbolize the welcoming of the unseen spirit to the ceremony. This patek are usually sprinkle around by the ceremonial priest while reading the phrases of offering.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;My acknowledgment and special thanks for the picture to:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;1.Tumpik, lemang, bontokng: http://rachaelsoong.wordpress.com/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;2.Buah pinang: http://cerihijau.wordpress.com/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;3.Rokok apong  and tobacoo: http://sarikei-time-capsule.blogspot.com/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;4.Lime stone paste: http://www.khiewchanta.com/archives/ingredients/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;5. The Apar Contains the offering:&amp;nbsp; http://www.redgoldarawana.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;
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In Sarawak, Malaysia, which has a tropical climate and the humidity is high, and daily temperature of 27⁰C to 32⁰C, it is very easy to spot a bird's-nest fern everywhere. According to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Merriam-Webster Dictionary&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bird’s-nest fern is a large epiphytic spleenwort (Asplenium nidus) of tropical Asia and Polynesia that has large lance-shaped leaves and is often grown as a houseplant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird's-nest fern is a kind of parasitic plants and has a lot of varieties. As explained in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, they grow in a tight, nest-like clump, with a linguate leaf rosette and are usually epiphytic growing in trees. It has a short stout erect rhizome (stem) which bears a rosette of simple, long, pointed leaves (fronds) to form a "nest". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to L&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ee-Khoo, Guan Fong&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,(2003) explaination, the stem is usually not visible from the top. The nest traps fallen leaves and other debris which eventually decompose to humus. Beneath the nest of fronds is a large spongy, mass of roots which are covered by the reflexed dead leaves. Rain water is soaked up and stored in the mass. In this way, the plant provides its own food and water and can continue to grow in a soilless condition as long as it is not left to dry out for too long. When the plant grows upward and outward and the root mass become deeper and spongier, it attracts other ferns, mosses or algae to grow on the root mass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird’s-nest fern is a non poisonous houseplant, and it is one of the beautiful houseplant which can give a very nice greenie looks in a small compact area around our home. By my experience of growing this wonderful houseplant, especially in a tropical country like Malaysia, it is quite easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is best planted in a flower pot made of clay (porcelains). As &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jon Van Zile&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said, this plant is quite easy to grow. Bird’s Nest Fern prefers soil that is kept partially dry and can even handle dry soil for short periods of time. It can live in drier air than most ferns. It enjoys warm to average temperatures, and prefers bright indirect light. Do not place it where the sun will shine directly on it. Always protect Bird’s Nest Fern from drafts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here I’m writing some simple tips how to grow bird’s-nest fern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, how to find a good bird's-nest "seedling"? If you have time, especially during weekends, spend a time rooming around the farm yards that is planted with fruit trees because this plants like to grow at some fruits trees. Here, I managed to get some good bird's-nest fern "seedling" which nestle nicely at some trees around my mum orchards, just behind her kampung house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sqz-hSOk9eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/grDaIPS6Zk8/s1600-h/P9110083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sqz-hSOk9eI/AAAAAAAAAGw/grDaIPS6Zk8/s400/P9110083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380955502583018978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sqz_nIzp63I/AAAAAAAAAG4/66gDMQwRHeE/s1600-h/P9110086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sqz_nIzp63I/AAAAAAAAAG4/66gDMQwRHeE/s320/P9110086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380956702645021554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best bird's-nest fern I can find, especially during this dry seasons. As we know, bird's-nest fern is a kind of parasitic plants, so we have to remove it from it host carefully, but it is not difficult as we would think. Use our bare hands without any added tools needed. Here is the bird's-nest fern after I removed it from it host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0A7a2IoKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jSgA5gxtFyw/s1600-h/P9110087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0A7a2IoKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jSgA5gxtFyw/s320/P9110087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380958150596272290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0CAMnj4cI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YDxk09sBiJw/s1600-h/P9110088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0CAMnj4cI/AAAAAAAAAHI/YDxk09sBiJw/s320/P9110088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380959332188021186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After removing the bird's-nest fern from it host, the first thing to do is watering it with a good amount of water, especially when you are traveling far. Here is the first rule, bird's-nest fern actually needs a lot of water to grow nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0DMoT6vII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0SFiOe-gXfM/s1600-h/P9110092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0DMoT6vII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/0SFiOe-gXfM/s320/P9110092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380960645291883650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find some nice flower pot. Get one flower pots that is big enough because the bird's-nest fern can grows big. The best flower pot is between 30cm to 50 cm wide, and around 30cm high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0D94Eu6ZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Jr0HSCE-7Ns/s1600-h/P9120100_fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0D94Eu6ZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Jr0HSCE-7Ns/s320/P9120100_fc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380961491336751506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a good top soil. Mixed it with chicken dunk, around 250gm to 300gm. Put the mixed soil into the flower pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0E-uOGK0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/CaoSwcldmds/s1600-h/P9120101_fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0E-uOGK0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/CaoSwcldmds/s320/P9120101_fc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380962605383166786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0FrJMe9CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bCN9Ixo1EQ4/s1600-h/P9120102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0FrJMe9CI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bCN9Ixo1EQ4/s320/P9120102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380963368538403874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step is get your bird's-nest fern and plant it nicely as shown in the picture. Make sure that the top part of the bird's-nest fern is not covered with the soil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0GkwJxpRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/B3EqlZKy_ME/s1600-h/P9120103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0GkwJxpRI/AAAAAAAAAHw/B3EqlZKy_ME/s320/P9120103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380964358248572178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 7:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the process of planting the bird's-nest fern, make sure to water it with a good amount of water. Keep your planted bird's-nest fern in a shady place, and no direct sun light. This is my seven simple steps of how to grow Bird's-nest fern.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0HsaSB4mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Zytm5K0Ci-4/s1600-h/P9120104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/Sq0HsaSB4mI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Zytm5K0Ci-4/s320/P9120104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380965589328192098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to water it with a good amount of water at least once in three days. Put some compound fertilizer with a mixer of N:12%, P2O5:12%, K2O:17%, and MgO+TE:2%, for a duration 3 months once. The picture below is my newly planted bird's-nest fern. 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Is it a Luck...is it a reality or merely a circumstances?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/SqZopZuXTBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jtDTiI0r03I/s1600-h/P9070074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/SqZopZuXTBI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jtDTiI0r03I/s400/P9070074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379101865429912594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Picture 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/SqZoPRQM_0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UZ20Ywq-0NU/s1600-h/P9070070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/SqZoPRQM_0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UZ20Ywq-0NU/s400/P9070070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379101416479326018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             Picture 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/SqZn7Tllg1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/weeqLSiDOpw/s1600-h/P9060067_fc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NQSVdcpSCBc/SqZn7Tllg1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/weeqLSiDOpw/s400/P9060067_fc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379101073508500306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            Picture 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold and believed, that is what every people say when they come to my house just because there is a swallow nest at the corner of my car porch. This friends and visitors alike will tell me that this swallow nest show that my house has a cool and positive element in terms of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This swallows has been as what I say living with us for almost 4 years already and its has been breeding for three times. The first time this swallows build their nest they have one chicks. Then I decided to removed the nest, but amazingly they came back and build it again at the same spot. Then this time the swallows have 3 chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past two month this same swallow keep coming and breed again with two chicks. The amazing thing is every time their nest is being disturb especially by the naughty little "burung pipit" which also like to roam around, they repair their nest. The picture above is some photo of their two new hatch chicks which I manage to snap. My last word is just this, Thanks God, because I know at least I'm helping to preserve of this small wonderful little creature to live with my family.&lt;br /&gt;Although its dropping sometime irritated , but I enjoy its present with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2883342956320539927-5397401592145618782?l=naremangsalako.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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