FYI, title is just random. TEEHEE. Today I wanna write about how thankful I am for living in a modern world. As you all some of you may know, I am a Bidayuh, 100 percent. ~iklan: bidayuhs are a tribe living in Kuching, Sarawak, the nnorthern part of Borneo. Bidayuhs are Christians although a very small minority still remain pagan.~ My mom is from Penrissen while my dad is from Padawan.(google for more info pls tq :D)
Although we are Christians; Anglicans to be exact- my dad was not born a Christian. He was a pagan, along with all of the other villagers at Kampung Sadir, Padawan. Well, that was in the early 70's. So last night, while we were on our way back from kampung, my dad told us about his childhood and gawai celebrations. Here it goes:
"When my dad was little, he stayed in a longhouse. Last time, people from different areas were enemies. He said once, some people from Kalimantan, Indonesia attacked their village. Well, they were robbers and the village chief will shoot his gun in the air to signal that there's danger. Everyone went in and locked the doors and windows. The women and children went to hiding while the men took turns to guard the tanju. My dad said the Indonesians were also headhunters, meaning they came to look for heads. (Anyone who had brought back a head was considered a warrior back then) Imagine how terrifying it was for them back then. Well, the longhouse was even equipped with an escape hole just in case those bad people managed to get in. ~Talk about security huh.~ Fortunately, noting major happened and my dad was still alive to tell this story." :)
Moral of story: We as Malaysians should be thankful that we live in a peaceful and harmonious country-
p/s: SCREW THAT KOLO MEE RULES!! WOOOT WOOT
p/p/s: nah, this storys got no moral value.
super p/s: eh, got la. " Be Thankful For What We Have"
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