Soibu toun po mantad baino?

Where am I?

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Mon, 09 Jan 2012 10:15:00 +0000

SA3, 89500 Penampang, Sabah, Malaysia

Fw: Fwd: Fw: Beautiful Words

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Thu, 12 May 2011 00:41:00 +0000

>> >>Someone has written these beautiful words. Must read and try to understand the >>deep meaning of it. >>They are like the ten commandments to follow in life all the time. >> >>1] Prayer is not a "spare wheel" that you pull out when in trouble, but it is >>a "steering wheel" that directs the right path throughout. >> >>2] So a Car's WINDSHIELD is so large & the Rear view Mirror is so >>small? Because our PAST is not as important as our FUTURE. So, Look Ahead and >>Move on. >> >>3] Friendship is like a BOOK. It takes few seconds to burn, but it takes years >>to write. >> >>4] All things in life are temporary. If going well, enjoy it, they will not >>last forever. If going wrong, don't worry, they can't last long either. >> >>5] Old Friends are Gold! New Friends are Diamond! If you get a Diamond, don't >>forget the Gold! Because to hold a Diamond, you always need a Base of Gold! >> >>6] Often when we lose hope and think this is the end, GOD smiles from above and >>says, "Relax, sweetheart, it's just a bend, not the end! >> >>7] When GOD solves your problems, you have faith in HIS abilities; when GOD >>doesn't solve your problems HE has faith in your abilities. >> >>8] A blind person asked St. Anthony: "Can there be anything worse than >>losing eye sight?" He replied: "Yes, losing your vision!" >> >>9] When you pray for others, God listens to you and blesses them, and sometimes, >>when you are safe and happy, remember that someone has prayed for you. >> >>10] WORRYING does not take away tomorrow's TROUBLES, it takes away today's >>PEACE. >> >>If you really enjoy this, please pass to others. It may brighten someone's >>day... >> >> >> >>

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 08:59:00 +0000

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He is Great!

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Sat, 02 Apr 2011 09:17:00 +0000

Everyday is a set-apart day as God the Creator created His special creation on each particular day. On the seventh day He rested, metaphorically speaking. He does not rest. 1st April, 20eleven, was indeed another of God's special day. It was a Friday, by world's tagging. It was further tagged as April Fool and it was wedged somewhere in the middle of Lent time. The Chapel of the Risen Christ in kampung Manansawong is thronged by about less than 100 Catholics every Sunday for a Sunday Service without a priest. Rarely does a priest gets to come around. On that particular day, the rainy days seemed to have ended for the sun was bright till late in the day. A few of the Sunday regulars came for the Stations of the Cross which started at 7.30 in the evening. I did not bother to entertain the nurturing tendency of the 'age excuse' for I know I would be able to reach Kristus Nokotugag Chapel while sitting down, so to speak. I drove alone. I was the 2ndlast to arrive. The Chapel Chairman and family, the last. When the set service for the Stations of the Cross was over, like a good group, there were discussions pertaining to the goings-on of the Parish and Zone. Some announcements were made and time was not wasted unnecessarily. Then the rain poured down in torrents, literally in torrents! The sound it made on the zinc roof was barely bearable. The twenty plus or so poured out, some forgetting to make their bow to the alter as they left their pews. They wanted to leave for home but the rain was a preventing factor. In the midst of the zinc roof-rain din I was able to talk and congratulate one Myron on his 2010 SPM achievements. He told me that he managed an encouraging 5As from the 10 subjects norm he took. He shared that he might be doing Matriculation in Labuan. Nevertheless, he asked about his possibility of doing the Form Six. My immediate reaction was to discourage him attempting Form Six citing a two-years time wasting as a reason. Due to that bothering din I did not go any further to deter him from thinking further on that possibility. I could have enumerated a few deterring factors should he need convincing. It was obvious he did not. The rain considerably slowed down as if to allow people the chance to dash home. I was the first taker considering that there was no one home. Some people requested for a ride in my Arista. They used to get lifts before. There were six people in all and Kumbid was with me in the front. It was barely 60 yards traveled when the rain and wind started again, heavier than before and coupled by the wind. The rain was a sheet of pouring canvas in front of me. It was quite manageable. When we came to the part where the road gradient was exceptionally steep, I encountered some problem for the mist was too thick at that steep stretch. At hindsight I could have stopped and waited for an allowance of some sort from the mist and rain. It did not occur on me to do just that. The natural tendency was to proceed up the steep gradient. My light was on high. No good! I could not well see. Everyone was helping me keep to the road. Once I missed the center of the road and a few of the passengers swallowed hard. Arista made a screeching sound denoting efforts to climb up from a fall. I was unable to see the road literally. Some of the passengers who might not have been at prayers at that particular instance were volunteering to direct me and telling me I was doing fine. Then as if spirit-led I flickered the light to dip. Everything changed. The road was then in good view despite of the thick mist. I continued the climb effortlessly and continued the journey downhill without any reference to that trial encountered earlier. The six rushed out and ran in the rain as they reached their house. Everyone must have learned a lesson or reflected on a divine message concerning that evening. What was prominently featuring in my mind as I reflect on the experience I encountered when I lost my bearing and my senses impaired and acutely compromised during that steep uphill drive was the scriptural text from somewhere I should be able to but I cannot locate nor properly quote, "..if God is on your side what else can go against you.." or something like that. I was aware of some unseen evil force at work on my very being. As I retired that night I once more thanked Jesus for His saving hands.

KAN EMMANUEL TANGIT KINAJIL, ADK.BSK.

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 11:44:00 +0000

KAN Emmanuel Tangit Kinajil was born on 18th October, 1918 in Penampang, Sabah. His parents, Gothlib Kinajil bin Motungkas and Nonita Siatang, were both of the Kadazandusun stock. He was born second in a family of five brother and one sister. He started his early primary schooling at St. Michael's School, Penampang, during the pre-world war II years, completing only Standard Three. Amongst the school teachers he had had the privilege to meet and be taught by were Encik Sulaiman, Encik John Goyopong, Rev. Fr. Anthoneson and Encik Samuel Majalang, to name but some. Prior to his leaving for Brunei to seek for employment with the Brunei Shell Petroleum, he had had a stint in the Kadazandusun traditional padi farming. When he was then under the employment of the BSP, he managed to save a considerable amount of money. He therefore headed for home after only three years being away. He continued to be a good farm help to his parent on his return home. He married beforethe WW2 broke out. After the war, he sought employment with the Harrison's & Crossfield inJesselton, and was successful ingaining the position of an Assistant Store Keeper, with one Mr. Fung as his immediate superior. He stayed in that employment for many years. In the early 1950s the Penampang District Officer, Mr. Pascho, formed his entourage to visit the far reaches and rims of the Penampang District. Those places included Kampung Tampasak, Kampung Tolungan, Kampung Babagon, Kampung Ponombiran, Kampung DSangai-Sangai and scores other Kampungs nearby. OKK Tan Ping Hing of the Penampang Native Court figured well in that entourage. He insisted taking along in that entourage one Emmanuel Tangit Kinajil, a relatively less known kampung icon at that time. But, OKK Tan Ping Hing saw great potential in that man. It was much said, especially in years later, that it was during this Penampang District Officer's official visit to Kampung Babagon that Emmanuel Tangit Kinajil was interview and appointed as the Orang Tua (Ketua Kampung) of Kampung Babagon and other kampungs around with OKK Tan Ping Hing's full recommendations. As a Ketua Kampung one of the early efforts which KK Emmanuel Tangit Kinajil initiated for the benefits of the kampung people and future generation of the area was the establishment of the Tolungan Native and Grazing Reserve which area was in the region of 315 acres. Another significant effort which he had established was a kampung vernacular school with the hope that the youing people at that time could read and write the Kadazan/Dusun language. The Native Voluntary School, Babagon, which initial medium of instruction was the Kadazan/Dusun Language, was actually one of three Kadazan/Dusun schools willfully established by like visionaries. Coincidently, all the three schools were built in the Penampang District. All three schools were later absorbed into the mainstream educational institution of modern times. He said that he had also teamed up with the then Tambunan community pressure group in asking the colonial Government of the time to initiate the construction of the Penampang-Tambunan Road. Later, when the Penampang-Tambunan earth road was initially constructed, he found himself a successful player in that he managed to obtain contract work portions in making the earth road. In later years, as the Ketua Kampung of Kampung Babagon and other kampungs surrounding and as the founder Branch Chairman of the political party that he belonged, he was selected to stand as an UNKO candidate against a PASOK MOMOGUN candidate in the first-ever direct election for the members of the Kota Kinabalu Rural District Council, in Penampang. He won and he occupied the seat in the Council for many years. As a Councilor he found himself talking for the less privileged areas of the Penampang District, the like of Kampung Babagon, Kampung Tampasak, Kampung Kolosunan, kampungs along the Penampang-Tambunan Road, up to Mile 32, to kampungs all the way downhill to Kampung Longkogungan, Kampung Buayan, Kampung Terian, Kampung Timpango (Babagon), Kampung Tintap and Kampung Manansawong, to mention but the major kampungs only. He, in stages, requested for a school built in the then Kampung Tampasak, Kampung Moyog, Kampung Terian, Kampung Buayan and Kampung Longkogungan. The establishments of those schools were realized during his tenure as the elected Councilor of the KKRD Council, later named the Penampang District Council. He had also requested a school built in Kampung Togudon, That school was only realized much later when the school in Kampung Tampasak was closed down due to the displacement effect of the Babagon Dam. The established school name was literally transferred to Kampung Togudon. During the BERJAYA Government, KK Emmanuel Tangit Kinajil was promoted to become a Ketua Anak Negeri for the Penampang Native Court. He performed the many disciplines of the work of a Ketua Anak Negeri in team with other Ketua Anak Negeri and yet under the overview of a District Chief until he attained the compulsory retirement age. He is presently doing his 94th year and attaining his 95 in October, 2011.

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 06:17:00 +0000

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TWENTY11 did come following 20TEN afterall !

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Sat, 15 Jan 2011 03:44:00 +0000

Yes, Indeed...20TEN, the 7th time-length count by some mortals, naturally slipping across the finish time-line, so to speak, at twelve midnight last 31st December, and was automatically and smoothly followed by, the yet always-ticking to the finish 7th time-count, TWENTY11.

Bah! Come lah bah

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Thu, 21 Oct 2010 12:05:00 +0000

Joe & Francesca remember their first 20th November together as husband and wife some 44 years ago. On Saturday, 20th November, 2010, together with their children, in-laws and grandsons, they are happy to invite you especially to a kampung-style Kadazandusun-flavored home-cooked lunch at Tintap Farmhouse, No.1, Jalan Babagon Indah, Off Jalan Babagon-Timpango, Penampang, at 12.30 past noon. You are, Sister Collete, cordially invited to grace the occasion.

RSVP

Joe: 0138516372 Francesca: 0168198840

Milo at Tintap

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Tue, 19 Oct 2010 07:10:00 +0000

Last Monday morning, before seven it was, I found out that he was missing. I announced my find to CMK, his good friend. She clearly displayed her fear of the unknown. She went around the house calling his name. The shrill of her voice might have been loud enough for dog's hearing further than a hundred meters away. After a while I thought her voice was slowly going to crack. Suddenly the love-call roughened and changed. I turned to see cause. Galloping home fast were Obam and Milo, Milo leading Obam at neck-length. The verbal scolding, in English, poured onto Milo, sometimes vented onto Obam. Their breakfast that morning was not worth the scolding they receive, so to speak. They are presently both contenders to be a top-dog at Tintap. It was found out later that they both came from a neighbor's house whose four-legged female happened to be mengawan.

Mr & Mrs Joe Tangit and Family

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Mon, 13 Sep 2010 07:45:00 +0000

Joe Tangit and Francesca Chin, who are both in their 60s this year, twenty10, would be celebrating their forty-fourth wedding anniversary on 20th November. It was on such a rare ocation, though well ahead of 20/11, that all the members of the yet so-far gang, their 4 children, son and daughters in-law, together with their 4 grandsons, were gathered in Sabah in September, and, on September 11, for this natural pose at the Tanjung Aru Beach. Terrance and Violet with their sons, Jonathan, Jerold and Julius, are from Singapore; Trixie and Wendel with their son, Kimo, are temporarily home from Australia; Tania, on a short planned leave from her Pensyarah work in UiTM Malacca, and, Trevor and Jennifer, being in Kota Kinabalu, Sabah. The youngest member in the photograph is a 4-yearer while the oldest is a 66-coming-67 yearer! Would you be able to guess who they are? Your guess could be as good as anybody else's.

Whose Car is Most Likely to be the next?

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Mon, 13 Sep 2010 07:15:00 +0000

Do we have to be reminded of a thing like this?

From the Land Below The Wind to the Land Down Under.

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Tue, 13 Apr 2010 12:31:00 +0000

It may be the largest gathering of Kadazans and others, mostly of the Jinu & Tangit Kinajil clans and associates, from Sabah, making it to Adelaide, Australia, for days before and after 17th April, 2010. They respond to Fenella's and Aaron's Australia Wedding Invitation.

TWENTY11 did indeed come for me following 20TEN

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Mon, 12 Apr 2010 14:17:00 +0000

It was incredible, quite overwhelming, I mean, the social, financial, and even spiritual situations I found myself in at that time. I realized I had just taken the road bend and had just started walking down the Sixty Seventh Street, figuratively speaking. I found myself thinking hard, reverting every strain of thoughts I could muster to God. I have always thought that He is Love, He is Kindness, He is Miraculous, He is everything heavenly and earthly positive for He is God. With this core realization of God's love, I doubly confirmed my trust and hope in Him. But, I still remembered what someone had once told me that I have a suicidal tendency. It was relatively recent that pressure could not be tolerated. It was during those trying times, too, that the numerous pressures of different sizes and shapes snow-balled into a few gigantic ones. I wondered where they could be leading me to. Those are 'knots' of the 20TEN brought forward to TWENTY11. They should be loosened fast. Time, in itself and for me, gathers tight knots all along the pathway of life.

supports in action

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 02:52:00 +0000

My wife at my side

My father on the extreme right

My mother and son in the center

My mother

When I was the Chairman of the Babagon Parish Council (the previous Penampang Parish Council's set ups) in the 70s and beyond, I had good supports from family members and Parish Council friends. These pictures taken during the Centenary Celebration at the Chapel of Saint Peter and Paul, Babagon, are testimonies to such supports. William Joti's support is always noted.

Taken in Wales bah!

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 12:04:00 +0000

I like this picture taken in 1981. It looked better, of course, when it was newer, or, at least, if it was not started on by some unfriendly termites.

When they were young

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 11:45:00 +0000

A casual impromptu pose of cousins taken more that a quarter abad ago.

New Year Eve a long long time ago

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 11:25:00 +0000

These are very old termites-spared pictures. Note that some individuals in the pictures are not around anymore.

Around 1998 or thereabout in time.

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 04:53:00 +0000

Young Jonathan, in his Dodu's hands, is a monongodu kumoinduvo to my mother but a monongodu kumoinsan to Francesca.

At Bagio, The Philipines.

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 04:07:00 +0000

It was in 1979. As some plane tickets were readily available, I found myself alone joining a group of familiar faces on the 1 week Manila Tour. Francesca and Trevor had earlier gone on the Hongkong one. This pose with my good friend, Range, was taken during the walk-about bus-trip to see an active volcano!

Memories of long ago...

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 03:27:00 +0000

My feature room-wall at the Residence

I happened to be away in UK in 1980-81 and I made my home at Mary Morris Residence, an 18p bus-ride to Leeds University. It's a walkable distance and I had once done the walk prompted by some magnetic incentives.

River Rhine Cruise.

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 12:40:00 +0000

At the end of the 3-months professional course at Lancaster University, England, in 1984, the group of Malaysian matured students took time off for an eight-days-10-countries coach-ride European tour. Hectic days and travel, but who really cared! There were cases of buying postcards in one country, self-addressing some and posting them home in another country. No wonder many did not arrive at all. I was at the organized River Rhine Cruise. The others must be all around the boat, shopping.

You can't believe this!

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 12:20:00 +0000

This particular one was taken at the now gone Cathay Theater, Jesselton, (top floor) in 1962. I was a very new tenaga pengajar, a pupil-teacher, at St. Michael's Primary School, Penampang at that time.

Dodu and Aki

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 12:25:00 +0000

with their monongodu and manangaki.

The grand old man

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Fri, 05 Feb 2010 12:14:00 +0000

with some of his manangaki when they were still very young. Now that they have turned parents themselves, their children are manangaki kumoinduvo to the grand old man.

At the Leeds British Council Welcome Party

noreply@blogger.com (Ju) — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 13:27:00 +0000