Skies in June

Month of June has been very special.  First, it was my birthday month, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! My sister bought me a pair of glasses.  It was cool, I needed a new glasses so badly.  I didn’t get to celebrate with my family though, because dad was away..working.  Totally understandable.  It was cool for me anyways.  One of my colleagues surprised me with a birthday cake at the office.  One of them also brought me to one of the finest restaurants for celebration. YEAH!! Didn’t expect that.

Then, there was Fathers’ Day.  Unfortunately, dad had an outstation assignment on Fathers’ Day.  Click Dear Father to view my first poem to Dad.  Then there was a trip back to nature, what a great trip, took some great pictures.  Click here to see the post.

There was the 4th National Early Childhood Intervention Conference (NECIC).  I got to meet people with inspiring stories, wrote news and articles about children with special needs for the whole conference week.  Shed some tears to see their bravery and determination.  Learning about life through them.

This month of June, I particularly looked at the sky.  Why? I don’t know.  I just did.  I realized that the skies really are beautiful.  I took all these pictures using my phone.  So please excuse me for the bad quality photos.

Took this on June 8 at about 6.30pm.  I was heading for a forum and was stuck in traffic.  Just when I was about to lose my patience, I saw this rainbow.

This picture was taken on June 12 at about 10am.  I was in my friend’s car when I saw this.  The sky doesn’t look like this, so don’t be fooled by it.  Haha…This is the effect from the tinted windshield.

Took this on June 14, at 10.30am.  This is the reason why I love watching the clouds when I was kid.

This was taken on June 15 at 6.53am.  The sun was shining through my bedroom window.  I looked outside and it was so beautiful.  I had to take some photos of it.  My favourite so far, but unfortunately, my camera phone could not capture that beauty and no matter how I edit it, I still couldn’t do it. However, it does look nice in my phone.

June 19, 6.23pm.  On my way home from work.

June 21, 4.30pm.  Arrived at the office parking space when I saw this.

There you have it.  My last post for June.  I think it’s a good way to close the month.  It was a great month.  Looking forward to July.  I’m sure lots of things coming up in July.  Stay tuned for more post next week.

So, since June is my birthday month. Happy birthday to me!

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Message From The Chocolate

I love chocolate.  When it comes to chocolate, I just can’t resist the temptation.  Recently, I was having a bad cough, due to the hot weather and I drank too little water.  I was actually recovering.  My dad bought this Dove chocolate recently.  And it was caramel milk chocolate.  Oh yummy… Because I was having a bad cough, I had second thoughts.  If it was dark chocolate, I’ll just take it, I wouldn’t care if i’m sick or not sick, dark chocolate would be my ‘drug’.

Okay, back to the Dove Caramel Milk Chocolate I was talking about.  What makes the chocolate interesting is that every piece you take, there is  a message inside.  Everyone was eating them, except for my mom.  My brother and my dad read every message from the chocolate they took.  I decided to take one.  Just one and that’s it.  So, yes, I took one from the fridge, opened it, took a bite.  It was so good!!  Then I turned to the message and read:

Surely, not the best time to receive this message.  I liked it and now,  I want more.  I already took the first one, it won’t hurt to give in the temptation one more time.  So, I took the second chocolate.  It says:

Reading this, I felt very optimistic.  I wasn’t happy a few days before.  Honestly, I was depressed.  In fact, I was depressed for the past few months already.  I feel I do not have a life.  Well, I don’t feel like discussing it here.  I just hope that everything that I am feeling right now would go away.  Looking at that message, I smiled.  I liked it very much.  This time, I was craving for the third chocolate.  Plus the curiosity made me want to open another one.

I had a bad cough, in case you forgot.  Chocolate would make it worse.  So I thought, should I get another one? I knew I was going to regret it, but I took the third chocolate anyways.  The message was:

What?!? It told me to unwrap.  I felt like taking another one from the fridge, but didn’t.  I knew I was going to regret it if I take another one.  Three chocolates would do no good to my throat already, the fourth one would certainly make it worse.  I did feel a little bit of guilt there, but…well..I already done it, what the heck.  I didn’t want to wake up the next day without a voice.  I finally stopped.  But my cough got worse, luckily I still have my voice the next day.  If I wasn’t down with the cough, I would take probably five or six pieces.  If it was dark chocolate, I’d take more.

It felt so good that I took another three pieces the next evening.

I like the first two messages:

Okay, the next message wasn’t from my chocolate.  My brother got it and I like it.  So ENJOY!

Dear Father

Dear father,

On this fathers’ day

I have a poem to figure,

I hope it would brighten your Sunday.

Oh, this mission makes my heart aflutter,

For I never write poetry in my life,

But I figured if I could learn to be a writer,

I should be able to come out with a few lines.

Dear father,

It is not going to be perfect,

This work of amateur

So don’t pay attention to what is lack.

Father, you took the bitter pill,

You gave me the sweet one,

You gave me the freewill,

To decide what I want as a person.

Dear father,

I think it is utterly pathetic,

That for 26 years as your daughter,

I don’t know what you fancied.

Is there something you like?

Something I could buy for you?

Something could make you excite.

Sorry, I haven’t got a clue.

Dear father,

When your children were still eight or nine,

On motorcycle, you ride through weathers,

To get us to school on time.

Those were memories worth remembering,

I will tell my friends how proud I am,

Hoping I wasn’t boasting,

Cause that would be lame.

Dear father,

You have your own characters and I have mine,

Does it matters?

Now I can’t find something that rhyme.

You are a tough man,

Once I saw you cry,

But you wipe it away,

Yes, I saw you wipe it dry.

Dear father,

Am I bad?

Cause sometimes I feel as such,

Sorry if I ever made you sad.

I remember you scolded me once,

I was doing my homework until three in the morning,

You took the papers on the table in an instant,

You threw them on the wooden flooring.

Dear father,

You always have opinions on everything,

But not always the answers,

You know, I just have to deal with it.

Nobody is perfect,

That’s why I love you,

But I could only express them in papers,

Why? It’s just weird.

Father,

Happy Fathers’ Day,

I will love you forever,

You are the best dad I have.

Going to City, Back to Nature Trip

I got up from my seat as the bus made a stop at a town about 1am on June 1, 2012  (friday).  Most of them got up and rushed outside the warm dark surrounding.  I was glad it made a stop, I needed to get out from the bus really bad.  It was so cold inside the bus.

I was with other 33 members of the Institute of Rejang Journalists (IRJ) for three days two nights trip to Kuching that day.  Our transportation was on 12 midnight on June 1.  The bus had just made its first pee stop in Jakar Town after an hour travel from Sibu.

Although it has been only an hour traveling, already my body felt so tired and a little lightheaded as I walked outside.  Of course I would.  It was 1am, way past my sleeping time, plus Thursday was a very busy day for me.  My eyes were closing by 9pm and brushing my teeth became a chore.

I woke up early for work that Thursday morning and had not been resting all day.  Went to gym as usual around 6pm that because thinking I might not be able to go to gym for the next few days made me so uneasy.

I love traveling, be it air, road or water, I love them all.  But midnight road trip is my least favourite time to travel.  Because I could not sleep well in the bus.  I did go to bed around 10pm on Thursday night.  I wanted to get some rest, at least for an hour, but it didn’t help much though.

Oh yes, I was glad the bus made a stop.  I needed to stretch my legs a little while and get out from the cold bus.  I got off the bus and looked around.  No toilet available that night.  Everywhere I look, all doors were closed shut.  It was very quiet and somewhat depressing  “Oh man…I cannot believe this.”   I thought, well, it works for guys but not for the ladies.

The guys had gone to the bush to do their stuff, while ladies were still scattered everywhere, thinking, looking around, trying to find a perfect spot.  There was about six hours left to reach our destination and we did not know how long to our next pee stop.  It was either now or hold it for another hour or two.  Most of us chose to do it right away.

I think most of us just wanted to be able to get as comfortable as possible until the next stop.  “Just don’t look..,” a member called out.  Everyone seemed to find their spot and agreed not to look.  Yes, I found mine too.  It was at the small drain just behind the counters of a shop – good enough to block the view.

A group of ladies from the Human Resource Department seemed to find the whole thing quite amusing.  They were laughing and talking and deciding how to do it.  I think they were the loudest that night.  “You go first, I’ll block the view with my jacket.” I heard one of them said.

At that moment, it got me thinking.  Why is it so easy for men, but so difficult for ladies, though we are of course the same sex?  Question mark. I have no answer for that.  About 10 minutes later, everyone was back inside the freezing bus to continue our journey.

The lady sitting beside me was my roommate for the whole trip.  I was just happy that I could push back my seat to 45 degree.  It was not too bad a ride after all.  My roommate kept moving throughout the night.  She lifted up both her legs to her seat and disturbed me.  She took a little bit of my space though and I do not know whether she knew it or not.  I wanted to tell her that, but I wasn’t sure whether I should tell her to move a little.  So I just let it be.

We arrived Kuching about 7am and before started our first programme, we had our breakfast somewhere in Mile 7, Kuching I believe (I’m not familiar with the city).  Perhaps finding something to eat was the second thing most of us had in mind.  Most of the shops were still close at that time.  Everybody was looking for the bathroom.

We had approximately about 45 minutes to start our first programme.  There was a long queue at the nearest bathroom.  We were only given 45 minutes.  Time was so precious that day that I decided to look around for another bathroom.  I went quite far to find vacant bathroom that morning.  At least I did not have to wait.

The most exciting thing about this whole trip was to be able to enjoy the beauty of nature.  Apart from the zoo, I’ve never seen real wildlife in the wild before.  I got to see Orang Utan.  I’ve never seen Orang Utan before and that was my first.  I was as excited as a little girl.  We were in fact on time for the feeding time.  It was amazing to see Orang Utan swinging from tree to tree during feeding time.

I believe the best picture i took throughout the trip.

The place was called Semenggoh Wildlife Centre (SWC).  I do not know how many orang utans were there, but we saw seven of them during feeding hours.  Such lovely creatures.

SWC is not a zoo by the way.  The animals are not kept in cages but are free to roam about the thick, green forest canopy.  When we arrived, two orang utans (a mother and her young) were already in the middle of the excited crowd.  I guess they decided to give the visitors the warmest ‘welcome’ to us outside the entrance.  Opportunity like this does not come very often.

It did seem that they really like the attention.  The crowd was taking pictures of them at every corner possible.  All of us were waiting for the entrance to the feeding point to open while we were watching them.  For the next 20 minutes,  the young entertained the crowd with…well, just being playful.

The young wanted to play with the mother, the mother..well..just let the young did his stuff.   The young got up, and fell down purposely on his back, got up and fell down again and keep repeating.  That little orang utan really put a smile on everyone’s face.

The two orang utans that attracted so many people

In every programme, there is always one which is the main event.  For this year’s IRJ’s trip, it was a trip to Bako National Park on the second day.  Gazetted in 1957, Bako is Sarawak’s oldest national park.  Covering an area of 2,727 hectares, it is one of the smallest national parks in Sarawak, yet one of the most interesting one.

With its rainforest, abundant wildlife, jungle streams, waterfalls, bizzare rock formations, extensive network of trekking trails, there were so many activities to do there.  Spending about three and a half hours at this amazing place…it WASN’T enough.  We were left with our own activities over there.  The tour leader reminded us to gather at the hall for lunch before heading town again.  There, I got to see the famous sea stack in Bako.  It formed like a mighty serpent head.

sea stack that looks like a serpent head

Cruising through the sea with a small boat was extremely fun.  Yeah…the waves were a little bit scary at times, but still, it was an amazing experience.  However, here is the most pathetic part.  I love jungle trekking, but because the time was so limited, I was only able to trek about 45 minutes (trekking 400m to the jungle then back again).  Yes, pathetic.  Because of that, I missed a lot of things.  I didn’t see the wildlife, because I didn’t go deep enough, except wild boar and a few grey monkeys.  I didn’t see the waterfall and they said the waterfall was beautiful.

the grey monkey

Nevertheless, it was a great trip.  A very great place to get away from the hustle and bustle of town.  I even got to know some tourists from Belgium and Canada.  THUMBS UP!!

Sarawak is rich in culture, thus, as part of the programme, we visited one of the very few surviving Bidayuh longhouses in Sarawak – Kampung Benuk Bidayuh Longhouse.  The trip was in conjunction with the first day of Gawai Dayak Celebration (harvesting season).

Bidayuh Longhouse

Back in the city – what else could we do there except shopping.  I didn’t buy anything though.  My roommate on the other hand was quite a shopper.  I believe she spent between RM200 and RM300 on clothes only.  That was in one day.  Can’t complain much because there were sales everywhere.  I mean like 70 per cent discount, 50 per cent discount in most of the shops.  Her lucky day I guess.

We had seafood for the final night together.  I’m not really a fan of seafood, but as part of the programme, I needed to show some support to the one organising it.

Final programme before heading back to Sibu, we went to the museum..well outside … because it was not open when we arrived.  Then, watched another wildlife at Jong’s Crocodile Farm.  Again, we were lucky enough to arrive there during feeding time.  Other animals there…there were peacocks, monkeys, parrots, lizard, bear, and so forth.

a crocodile feeding on meat

Seven hours midnight bus trip is the least favourite time to travel.  But to be able to have fun and get in touch with nature again, it was definitely worth a trip.  I just wished it could be a longer trip.

group photo at Bidayuh longhouse