...continued...

life is a constant
change..

moving from one shape to another, it forms endlessly in a constant evolution; developing certain aspects of its being and losing some in
the process.

in the minang culture; leaving home and finding the riches of the world is an adat. men for centuries from
this exquisite matiriachal society has left their homes and found wealth else where until to certain time in their life when they feel as if they've gotten enough; they'll come back. buy land, build a home and settle down.

for my part, ive only done 2 of the 3 above. left home and found my riches; while the last one i left to fate to decide. what ever will be will be, Que Sara, Sara. so the song goes.

tonight was the last night before my friends leaves for his next posting in Kota Marudu. a quiet little town settling on the route to Kudat @ The Tip of Borneo. i suppose i musn't feel that sad, i mean its facts of life that things are suppose to be what they are and as men; we are suppose to conquer the world. these hands and stocky legs aren't built to be stationary. even if we are rooted to some place, it has to be cut off so that new roots can be born.

the star fish above wasn't in that natural position. i was walking along the beach and i saw this star fish swimming along in the sand just around my ankles. out of curiousity i turn over the starfish, wondering how the bottom part looks like. one of its arm was regenerating, creating new limbs from the ones that were cut off. no, i didn't do it thank you. as i was watching at the wonders of the animal world, it tried to flip over itself slowly, curving the arms under itself till it can push itself over side up again.

then there was these turd looking mounts above the waving sand. with rings made of continous line going round in circles. the line begins in the middle of the mount. being excreted by some muscles sort creatures, tried to dig it out but to no luck it dissapeared as soon as i touched it.

there's so much to see in this world, staying all your life in one place leads to a small portrait where as if you move and open up your inhibitions, then its a bigger painting. one that needs more than one sitting to appreciate.

im suppose i am quite adventurous, albeit a city boy; but at heart i live in a kampung. i prefer the serenity of the jungle and the vibrant of the cultures. sabah is a place where it has everything, it offers much much more than what Kuala Lumpur can. the people here are much friendlier, the people you meet are endless. theres so many ethnics group to learnt from. learn to eat the buras from the Bugis, or the language of the Dusuns. when it comes to anthropology, its heaven here.

well, i just hope this fren of mine survives what his new posting has to offer, be ready for openess yet let your principles be your guidance...

all the best...