Christmas On The Street - CLC style....

For as far as I could remember, spending Christmas away from home had been at that for a couple of years now. The memorable ones were the ones spent in Penang and Haadyai as we celebrated them with family and friends. I guess, I have always "missed" the feeling of serving the community which my family and friends had done during TOP (Tabernacle of Praise) Church - "Christmas with the Community" project a couple of years ago. After all, Christmas is not about Santa Claus, presents and all the commercial stuff one has to accept. Christmas, to me , is about meeting the needs of the needy ones, the hungry , the less fortunate, the drunkards, the lost and even the sinners. That is the spirit of Christmas. 

I am so glad that City Community Church of Melaka are doing their part and meeting that need every year in providing for the needy and the less fortunate. I guess, when I was asked by my son, Joa Wee if the family would like to help out during City Light Church (CLC), Penang - Christmas On The Street program, we readily accept. Even my sister, Lee Lee who is a non-Christian, was willing to help out in whatever way she could. That was heartening indeed, for me. 

I have come to realise that CLC is a young and vibrant church. I must say that the youngish looking pastor, Pst. Daniel is truly passionate about moulding young lives. I soon realised too that SLing and I are truly the older guests of the church and it was common to hear the younger people addressing us as uncle and auntie. Never mind about the older folks tag line but what is important is that how are lives transformed and what is the heartbeat of the church. 

As we are just guests of the event, we (SLing, Lee Lee, SYuen and myself ) wanted to do our part to help in whatever way we could. So, we decided to wait for Joa Wee to assign us the works. It was bright and early morning that we started out that Christmas Day morning with a bang - Rawa thosai & tea at Top One Restaurant first! Hahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa............then , it is a walk to the church before we helped out in the clothing distribution section. 

We were greeted warmly by Pastor Daniel and we immediately did our part to help in the Clothing Distribution Section. The Food Section was in full swing with satay sticks on the grille while the cooks were preparing the spaghetti with sausages meal in packed container. Cordial drinks were made and and the stage was set up nicely indeed under the nice canopy. Potato bread and souvenir pack with several daily essentials were packed in the souvenir bag. Boy, it was blistering hot that morning. There were already people at the canopy by 9.00am that Christmas morning when the event was scheduled to start at 10.00am. 

Sensing the needs of the people that morning, Pastor Daniel had asked the team to start serving the people at about 9.30am. The team were in full swing of action. It was heartening to see young people taking up the challenge for this event and what is more touching is the fact that the young people go out of their way to bring in the needy and the less fortunate. To top it all up, free hair cut were given to the people by four professional hair stylists who were there on their own accord to provide that service to the community. It was really good to see the young people doing all that.

For me, I just did what little I could in ushering the people to the canopy, wishing people " Merry Christmas" and speaking to whoever who stopped by to ask what was the event all about. I really do get excited every time tourists or just curious bystanders asking about the event. It was my opportunity to share what I know about this event to them and then send these people to the CLC PR team or Pastor Daniel to speak about this event. I had the privilege to speak to a British national named Kate who works with underprivileged people in Cambodia and she seemed very happy about the entire event. I introduced her to Pastor Daniel thereafter and a couple of other visitors whom I had the opportunity to speak to like a young friend in Jay and his friend, Siau Chen. It made me happy being able to speak to people and ushered them to a great event of giving back to the community.

It gives me great joy in my heart to acknowledge that the young people of CLC are truly walking  the walk and do the work. So often, we hear of great events which fizzled out after some time. Hopefully, with the right vision and knowing the heartbeat of God in caring for the needy would be met by these young people of CLC. 

The amount of satay was never ending while the loaves of potato bread to be given out were in abundance. I was told that these are sponsored by kind souls in terms of cash and kind ; being out in good use. Bravo and well done, indeed, people of CLC!

What tugged my heart that day was the scene of a young CLC member on motorcycle ferrying an old lady to the event. That old lady was obviously having difficulty in walking. This young man actually took the trouble to ferry her to the event and with the event pamphlet taped at the four corners with masking tape on his t-shirt! Talk about passion! Talk about commitment! Talk about serving! That is a sight I treasured the most.

The other memory in my heart was the hair cut given to this old lady by one of the female hairstylist! What a great great job she did! You could see the old lady smiling from ear to ear looking so much younger and alive......Yunno, the hairstylist could have just given this lady a simple hair cut and be gone with it but the fact that it was done well really made an impact to me that day. The best part was that everyone who had their hair cut that day - male or female looked absolutely clean and fresh! What a great job by all four hairstylists!

What about the young people directing the traffic! It was a pretty hot morning and these young people really do the best they could and it was heartening indeed to see them directing the traffic. As the chairs were filled with people from all walk of lives, they get served by this group of young people. It was heartening and humbling to see that! 

I believe there is hope in these young people. I believe in what I saw that morning. Five hundred and seventy people were fed that day and it was a mammoth task for such a young church led by a young pastor in Pastor Daniel. But you know what...they did it. They did it with flying colours and with great strength & passion...together. That is the real strength of CLC. 

I can only thanked GOD that day for being present to witness such a glorious event carried out by young people! It is hard nowadays to see the young people doing things like this. I must say that Christmas Day that morning made my heart warm all over again. These young people gave me hope that there is still people out there who cares for the needy and the less fortunate - not just throwing a fistful of dollars and heaping loads of wishes through lip service.......

Yes, we will always have the poor amongst us, but we can always do something about it, right? So, to Pastor Daniel and City Light Church community - THANK YOU for the opportunity to be part of this event and sharing your lives with the community!

Sinalau Bakas...

One of the interesting food that I come across while plying along the Tamparuli – Ranau road was 'sinalau bakas' which simply means barbecued wild boar. This was truly an unexpected load of goodness and fun. Of course, some of my students told me that the wild boar meat could have been easily substituted by the actual local boar itself but the one I had was authentically wild boar because I know the taste. It is gamey, chewy at times and slightly tougher than the local boar itself but nevertheless, good & pleasurably edible.

We chanced upon sinalau bakas while we were travelling back from Ranau and we did passed by some stalls then but it wasn’t that attractive enough to make me wanna stop the car and try it. Sure, there were plenty of smoke and some nice looking pieces out  there but somehow, the lure wasn't tempting enough. So, I rode on without battling an eyelid.

It was on the urging of Rusni and SLing that we finally made a stop at one of the stall along the Jalan Tamparuli- Ranau route. By that time, I have had no “sasau” meat in my system and I am almost on the over-drive of shock and hypovolemic shaking due to withdraw symptoms of not having any pork in my system! hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa………….. So, imagine my relief when we made that stop for the sinalau bakas, man.

There were three stalls there and we chose the centre one as the pieces were already on the grill and people seemed to go there. As I arrived at the stall, I could see and smell that wonderful choice cuts on the grill. They were simply in glistening colors of pinkish red and I could see any rib meat pieces as they were bought by a local young lady who carted them away when we arrived.

I analysed the simple brick grill which was three layered. The hot coals were at the bottom section while smoke goes through freely on the meat while the distanced fire/coal cooked the meats slowly but surely. Yup, that seemed yummy enough for me. The next thing was to choose the cut. Rusni picked for us the leaner side of the meat and it was fine for me. I did not want the moving oil part nor the oily goodness as the trip to the doctors this time could be costly in the future. But whatever it is , eat first and oiled the vessels nicely…..hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaa……..Just wanted to know what sinalau bakas is all about.

The seller, a young lady cut up a good portion that cost us RM 5.00, sliced it up nicely, placed it on a special fish grill contraption, sprinkled some salt, pepper and grilled it for a few minutes. The anticipation was killing me as I looked lovingly towards the other cut pieces on the grille. Finally after about 3 minutes, the meat was done and they were put into a container with some sharp toothpicks to go with. There was even a splash of diluted very potent chili sauce to go with it.

We took it to the car and I was the very first to take a good dig at it. Everyone waited for my answer……all I could say was …… FANTASTIC ! The taste was absolutely spot on. The hint of salt and pepper made the meat so much tastier, actually. The slight char on the top and the pinkish succulent meat was heavenly, I must say.

 SLing took a dig at it and so did Rusni. Apang wants no part of it due to religious conviction despite us teasing her crazily!  They agreed that it was really good to have that wild boar piece. Yeah, I really love the wild boar meat or sinalau bakas……truly food for people like me who are meat eaters lar…..

I remembered skewing up 3 pieces in a row and my trusty co-driver, Rusni was there to feed me then. They all laughed as I told them my vision had suddenly sharpened while my body parts and systems seemed to be functioning at excellent level after the input of sinalau bakas. I told them it was the new found magical and potent energy level source for me! They could have sworn that I was happier and more energetic after consuming sinalau bakas!

Well, all I could say is that it was truly an experience I must thanked both Rusni and SLing for asking me to pull over the road to have a sample of it. If not, I would have missed the best food in the world that Sabah can offer! Yeah,man – Die Die must try one!

Land Below The Wind - Day Three

Good morning, Sabah! This is day three and aftermath of the reunion. Our program this morning would be to go to Tamu Kota Belud and re-visit my very first posting, SMK Tenghilan. If possible, we will try to meet up with as many ex-students as possible at Tamu Kota Belud. SLing and I were kinda excited to go to tamu ( a.k.a. pasar pagi in Sabah ) as there would be a variety of food stuff, vegetables, handicraft and many other things sold there. It is a place where the locals would meet, share a puff of rokok gulung ( local tobacco blend is still the best smelling ever ! ) or even catch up on daily lives. For us, it was a 53.4km car ride and we were ecstatic about the journey as usual. 

That morning, the sun was blistering hot as usual and the journey was good. We passed through the small kampong in Tamparuli and Tenghilan. I could still remember those kampongs nearby Tenghilan town and after an hour or so travel, we arrived in Kota Belud town. Nothing much had changed but there were some visible changes structurally. Apang suggested that we go to one of her favourite mee sup ayam stall tucked in one corner of the shophouses.

All of us instaneously agreed as our stomachs were churning out WWF Royal Rumble sounds and we could all eat a horse for all I cared! Looking for a parking spot along the narrow roads can be quite challenging and daunting. Nevertheless, we managed to get one and I had to re-parked the car twice sparking the debate “ where did you get your licence?” jibe. I proudly announced to my detractors that “ I got my licence from Kota Belud, yessirree! “

Tamu Kota Belud

Yup, I actually passed my driving licence exams ( practical driving and all that ) while taking them in Kota Belud. My instructor was one Tn Haji fella whom I am most grateful with as he was most patient with our group despite his car landing twice in the workshop for car crash against a ditch and car crash against a stall! Definitely I wasn’t the driver for both that occasion – it was someone else!

Anyway, upon arrival at the mee soup shop, there was already a crowd there. We had to wait patiently to be seated and also to get our orders done. Obviously, this was one of the popular shop for mee sup ayam. Yeah, there are no pork served in most stalls around Kota Belud except Chinese stalls, I guess. We were finally seated when a couple and their 5 children left the table. It was a pile of mess on the table, actually. The poor shop assistant had to clean the table properly for us and I could see the piles of chicken bones, rice, tissues etc.etc. Apang told us that their speciality was the mee sup ayam and that was what we wanted.

Yunno what, the taste was really good. The soup/broth was really very good and the accompanying mee/ mee hoon and chicken were equally good. The clear and sweet tasting broth made it all so worthwhile to sit and sample this simple fare indeed. With stomachs full, we headed towards Tamu Kota Belud which was quite jammed with people, animals, cars and vans. It was so lively there and the colors, sights and sounds were fantastic. This was just one of the regular tamu of the month as I am told.  The Tamu Besar would bring in more crowd and more stuff and this is usually held once a month.

Anyway, a stroll along the tamu revealed quite a lot of food stuff being sold. I especially like the colors of the local kuih and delicacies; looked interesting especially the panjaram kuih which was in quite some flavours. Then it was off to the tobacco stall for me as I smell the aroma of the local tobacco ; yeah, sweet smelling and some can be quite expensive. I was told that there would be samples given to a prospective buyer and they would roll it into rokok daun and then sample it by lighting it up. The buyer will then buy the blend he/she wants.

Quite an industry here in Sabah, actually. When the women went to the nearby washroom, I managed to ask a seller to tell me about the blends and he took the trouble to show me some of the blends and the prices for it too. He showed me the better blends, density and all that plays a major part in getting the best out of your puff. He offered me a good pinch of the better blend but I declined telling him that I am a non-smoker. He seemed puzzled but later he smiled when I explained to him that I quit smoking a long long time ago but I still remember how good the blends were when I was in Tenghilan, Sabah then.

We then walked along an array of vegetables and dried fish stuff. There was an interesting array of salted fish on display and on sale. The ikan talang salted fish was the more popular one followed by scores of ikan merah salted fish, ikan sulip salted fish, ikan kerapu ( garoupa ) salted fish and ikan tenggiri ( Spanish mackerel ) salted fish. Rusni bought a very nice cut piece of ikan talang salted fish for RM 16.00 and 1kg of ikan sulip salted fish for RM 14.00 ( about 5 pcs ). Apang chose for Rusni the fish pieces as this was her place and she does have a good eye for fresh & good salted fish pieces. This fire brand Apang can be quite a task for sellers as she haggled for prices and quantity! Love that spirit in her, really! She will not entertained any excuses from the vendors to make any extra buck off her as she knows her prices well enough – what a lady! She always gets the best prices for us , the quality & quantity too!

We finally met up with Betty Pigi, another one of my ex-students at the handicraft area. She now owns a small stall and a bakery stall along Kota Belud route to Kota Marudu if I am not mistaken. It was good to see Betty after all these years. SLing and Apang was bargaining with some of the handicraft traders as Rusni and myself talked to Betty. I could see that Betty was really tired and stressed due to her work and so on but it was nice of her to drop by to meet up with us. We then invited her to take a memory trip with us to SMK Tenghilan which she happily did. On our way out of the tamu, we met with Apang’s sister and we were introduced to her.

They seemed so alike and I was glad to make her acquaintance. I also met up with Fredoline , another ex-student, husband of Apang’s sister. We decided to have a drink and have some fellowship time before proceeding down memory lane in SMK Tenghilan. It was good to catch up with Fred as he is popularly known. Humorous, friendly and fun fella is how I would described him while Apang’s sister was always smiling and quiet. A great compliment to one another , actually. Great couple and great people.

We parted after the drinks as we headed towards SMK Tenghilan. Upon reaching Pekan Tenghilan, SLing and I felt very nostalgic as the old shophouses were there. The old billiards shop was still there ( many fights broke out here ! ) while the old grocery shop was still there. Adorning the side and back of the row of shophouses were the new brick buildings and nicely done up tamu centre. We drove straight up to the security post and Rusni explained to the guard on duty that we just wanted to visit the school we once taught some 20 years ago and we were given permission to do so.

I must say that the tar road leading up to the school was horrendous and filled with potholes but it will not deter us from getting to the places we want to go. We immediately drove up to the apartments we once shared. It was really nostalgic for all of us. The feeling of being there was so surreal and I really enjoy staring at the field below. The place where many winners and losers were made but solid character were built. I told Rusni and SLing that we poured our blood, sweat and tears down there on the field. Rusni shook her head in agreement and there was just an overwhelming feeling that moment.

We then went up to the apartment and found the apartment to be in a bad shape despite its makeover. We were told earlier by the guard that the building had been repaired but deemed unsafe during the last quake shake. Rusni had exclaimed that it would be nice to be able to get into her unit once again to have a “feel” of things and I told her I would obliged her if she would patient with me as I picked the door lock. Sweating slightly due to the humid conditions, finally, I got the door open and the smile & joy on Rusni’s face says it all. No need for words at that moment.

SLing told me then , “ Ivan, you are back being naughty again,huh? “ and then she smiled in approval. I guess, my little way of thanking Rusni for the hospitality she had shown us all these days we’ve been in Sabah. It was good to be at the places we used to stay and shared our lives with weekly barbecues, food sharing time, fellowshipping and even a cup of coffee when the lights were out then. The good and bad we had experienced at this place really helped us grow as individuals and friends. 

We then toured the school where we taught the students and so much had changed. I remembered standing at the assembly stand and it was still there. We photographed as much as we could and remembered as much as we could. What a transformation…what a change….there was even a new Form Six block at the back section which was once an empty barren land. So much had changed and for the better , I guess.



As I walked through the corridors I once used as a teacher, I felt good that I had in a very little way contributed to the success of this school. There was so much joy in my heart and SLing shared the same feelings with me. The thoughts that ran through my head was , ‘” Did I make a difference while I was here? “  “Did I do my best at this place? “ “ Did I enjoyed every moment I was here ? “  My answer was simply “ YES, I DID!” That’s all that matters, right?

 

We then toured the hostel which brought a lot of memories for Apang and Betty Pigi. It was good to see those two giving their comments and anger too towards the not so nice girls hostel accommodations. It shows that they care and they really do care. It was good to know that some things don’t change in these girls! It was hilarious for me to see them fussing around as if they were still in school!!!! We bid an emotional farewell to Betty as she would not be able to follow us to KK as she had to head back to Kota Belud for her preparations and so on. We then headed out but not before SLing exclaimed that the Pusat Kesihatan Tenghilan she used to visit while carrying our son, JWee in her tummy, was still there. I stopped to photograph the PK Tenghilan and SLing exclaimed how “wicked” I was to let her walk all the way from school to the PK Tenghilan. It was one experience she would not forget as she was a young mother then.

We reached Tamparuli town in no time and we visited the Jambatan Gantung Tamparuli which we had missed all these years. It was really good to be able to be on the suspension bridge and I could see the road below which was flooded all the time when heavy downpour hit Tamparuli town those days. It was all very nostalgic but I enjoyed every second of it.

In the night, we had the grand opportunity to be with Rusni’s family for Christmas Carolling session. It was an opportunity that we would not miss but as it was a private family thing, we did not want to intrude. But when Rusni invited us to go to her place to share this special moment, it was an honour indeed to witness such a symbolic carolling session.

Portion of the scriptures were read by the carollers and also by Rusni. Then the song of praises were sung and followed by the blessings to Rusni and her household. What an experience indeed! Earlier, we had the chance to sample home cooked meal of chicken curry, vegetables and the salted fish bought from Tamu KB earlier in the day. There was so much laughter and fun in the house. Rusni’s mom was such a sweet lady despite her problem in remembering things from time to time. I enjoyed the time of fellowship there as I met another one of my ex-students, Fredreck Kantod who is Rusni’s brother–in-law. There is really a real human connection somewhere and some how in Sabah …..haahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa…..someone and everyone is somebody’s family member, right? Scary, isn’t it? Hahaahahaahahaaaaaaaa....

Anyway, it has been a long, tiring but fruitful day indeed. The day had been filled with goodness throughout and what more could anyone asked for. As I lay down my head that night, sleep comes easy for me as though I am put to rest that everything is gonna be alright….and is alright……………

Yeah, it is gonna be a real fine day indeed……tomorrow.

The Reunion.....

The good people at the reunion....

After our wonderful morning escapade to Ranau and Kundasang, we had a mad rush back to Apang’s place in Telipok for shower and clothes change before THE night of the day – The Reunion! Luckily, we had some spare time to catch forty winks and refreshed ourselves before meeting friends and my ex-students of SMK Tenghilan. Though I know that I will be meeting one batch of students from the 1993 era, I wished I could have the whole lot from the 1989 – 1995 year joining in as well. It would have made a good ruckus then, I presume….hahahahahahaaaaaaaaa…..wonderful people….these ex-students of mine.

The guys....Jumin, Boe,Polodius,Paul, Jaini, Duanis,myself, Husni,
Japri, Julius E, Julius S, Henry & Delius

When I first received the invitation from the Organising Chairlady, Suzanne Winnie Ganggau, I was pleasantly surprised and excited. Of course, their inaugural one was held last year but I could not make it then as I was very much involved in the flood claims in Kuantan, Pahang and Kemaman, Terengganu. I was sad as my heart was always set in meeting up my ex-students and see for myself how they have been doing all these years. I must honestly admit that I wasn’t a good teacher as I was just young and freshly out of college but I was just doing my best by instilling good values of life and simple ways of life.

 

The women.....

I was determined for my students to do their best and I pushed them a lot though I quickly threw away all those things I learned in college about methodology, theories of teaching and what nots into the toilet and flushed them down quickly. I taught them English the way I knew how – the old fashioned way i.e. basics. I wasn’t a genius in adapting while resources are few but I quickly learned and just did my best. So, it was time to see how it did, right?

 

Well, I also must admit that I was nervous but thrilled to meet the ex-students as I walked towards the ballroom with SLing , Apang and Rusni in tow. First to greet me was my hockey player and centre half, Boe Sindolun. Wow! How much he has not changed and yet the ever steady fella I used to now. Then there was Jaini Kahar and a whole crowd of people in the ballroom.

My fellow colleagues (s) : Percy Johnny, Polodius Kaulod, Roimie Jospeh, Rusni Jitah Singh, Dalinah Banting, Hj.Suid Hanapi, myself and SLing

Organising Chairlady, Suzanne W.Ganggau

It was always, “ Cikgu kenal saya kah?” for a thousand times and my answer would be calling out their names and giving them a good hug – men and women alike. I guess, I shocked them just as they shocked me too. There was no language barrier nor physical barrier; it was just one night of lovely friendship all over again. I felt on top of the world seeing so many of them around. I was told by Suzanne that some of them could not make it due to prior engagement and other matters to attend to. I was like a proud father embracing all my children. Mind you , these are men and women in their 40’s and they looked absolutely good. Sure, you can’t expect them to be 18 or 20 shape , right? It is okay to be stretched and moulded just like everyone else  - that’s for sure.

MC for the night, Paul Tuin...

We mingled, we talked , we hugged and then songs were sang. Laughter and more conversation ensued making the whole event a truly wonderful event. There were speeches and I made mine too. I really had no words to say except to expressed my sincere thankfulness to the Organising Committee and the students. My heart was beaming with joyfulness and thankful feeling seeing each and everyone of them including my ex-colleagues in Percy Johnny, Roimi Joseph, Polodius Kaulod, Dalinah  Banting and Hj.Suid Hanapi.

Rosalia, SLing, Monie , myself and Suzanne.....lovely people

That night during one of the pockets of time, SLing came over and said to me, “ It is as though this event is your wedding! I have never seen you so happy! “. I just smiled and told her, “ I am so happy seeing them. So happy!” I genuinely loved each and every one of them because they are really special to me. From the naughtiest and funniest fella, Japri Stuh to the gentle soul in Maslinah Rak, I truly enjoyed this night with them. We chatted with one another and I felt for each and every one of them.

Winna, Benitah, Julius, Edward, Lina,Rosalia,Suzanne,Junainah,
Delius, Henry, Rina, Rusni & Angeline

 

It was good to know that everyone is successful in their own way and I am happy for them. It doesn’t matter what their occupation was or what their business was or even if they are not working. All that matters is that they are in good health and happy at heart. I am so glad that they could remember me, actually. Some of them related some naughty things I said to them that spurred them to work harder in life and motivated them. I was ashamed and I apologised for that but they accepted it as a means of motivation to do better ; I am glad!

Juliana, Maslinah Rak, SLing, myself, Julinah T & Lusia S

There was singing and there was the Sumazau dance. Sportingly, I joined in as I wanted to enjoy myself with the students too. It was fun and they do it well as I was trying to do my best. I really had no idea how to do it but I embarrassed myself probably but who cares – as long as I am happy, they are happy, that’s all that matters, right? Yeah, I made a mess out of the dance really……but I was truly entertained by their singing and dancing thereafter. I guess, that is what a reunion is all about – more mingling, more chats and more laughter.

Lucky Draw winners, Julinah T & Boe Sindolun

As I sat alone to catch my breath for the night, I marvelled at each and every one of my students. They have definitely come a long way from where they are…….so so so proud of them…For a moment my heart was filled with so much joy and I told myself , “ Ivan, you must have done something right this time in your life…..see those lives out there… these are beautiful and wonderful people..”. I was choked with emotions that night but it would look horrendously awful for a 50 year old to shed tears ,right? So, I did the best next thing – just inform SLing that I am very happy.

Lina, myself, Rusni Alim & Benitah Bilu

SLing had her moment when she gave a speech that she had not spoken so much Bahasa Melayu until our arrival in Kota Kinabalu and that had the students in stitches of laughter. She also continued that we spoke so much BM from the house to the places we visit and I added at the background that we also have to listen to Dusun songs as we were in the car with Apang & Rusni!  

Ziman & Rina Dakim family.....

As we bade farewell to one another on that night, I wished each and every one of them well. I know that they would surely be great people in their own special way. I am glad I have played a small part in their lives as they have surely made an impact in my life. It just goes to show you that you need not do big things nor reap big heaps of praises to be remembered. Sometimes, the quieter moments with people does bigger impact than such obvious.

To me, it is always the heart that matters most – never about glory, never about fame, never about popularity, never about being at the top. It is always the heart , love and humbleness that matters. Agreed?

Suzzanne Winie Ganggau - Angeline Durat - Lusia Steven - Paul Tuin - Julius Ebin - Husni Sharil - Rosalia Mamporok - Monie Newton - Rina Dakim - Boe Sindolun - Winna Garagad - Julinah Tanggaduh - Rusni Alim - Juliana Nain - Maslinah Rak - Henry Ujin - Lina Gunsalam - Delius Somiun - Durani Lojuti - Julius Sokodor - Jaini Kahar - Japri Stuh - Jumin Jalin - Edward John - Junainah Suin – Benitah Bilu – Roziman & family – Suid Hanapi – Percy Johnny – Roimi Joseph, Polodius Kaulod – Dalinah Banting – Rusni Jitah Singh – THANK YOU VERY MUCH !