tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53054874908100075702024-03-14T02:42:59.977-07:00GlobalizeD DayunGThis is my life journey to reach for the stars.....Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-8644584333105133432012-06-12T00:45:00.000-07:002012-06-12T00:45:40.341-07:00Bidayuh Supermodel!!!!!
(20 May 2011, Leamington Spa, UK)
A Bidayuh in Leamington Spa
It was
six in the evening. Cliff stopped his PIAT car at the roadside. Clift,
Sylvester and I were going to have a dinner at The Union Grand Restaurant. We
crossed a road and entered into a
restaurant. I knew it must be the restaurant that Sylvester always mentioned to
me in his facebook. Clift, Sylvester and their other friendGlobalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-90244705328735799842012-06-03T13:14:00.001-07:002012-06-03T13:14:35.158-07:00Dayung and her purple bag
(18 May 2011, London to Stowmarket, UK)
At Heathrow Airport Station
I smiled after passing the gate
out of the UK Border Control at the Heathrow Airport. After the second
interview, the woman officer allowed me to enter to her country, the United
Kingdom. I did not pass my first interview. The other man officer disallowed me
to pass the border, as I did not provide a full complete of Dr. Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-37898537923719275792011-12-11T17:11:00.001-08:002011-12-11T18:08:45.920-08:00The Final Meeting at San Francisco(20-21 April
2011, San Francisco)
Meet
again
I
arrived at the underground BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) Civic Center Station.
I took out my large, purple bag out from the BART train and straight went to
the EXIT area. I was a bit lost to find a way to go to the United Nation Plaza.
I was supposed to meet Aparpon there. I stopped a woman, Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-66331276261272856292011-12-04T15:05:00.001-08:002011-12-04T17:59:36.809-08:00A morning on Eve Valentine's Day
(13 February
2011 at LSU, Baton Rouge)
Strolling
along the lake
It
is 6.30 am. I put on my shoes and wear my winter jacket. Then, I carry my
backpack and put Richard’s binocular around my neck. Today, I am going to do bird
watching at the LSU Lake. It is a cold early morning with the temperature of –
2 °C. I see fog engulfs a small field near to my apartment area. When I look
down at Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-90569643891357618842011-11-06T09:58:00.000-08:002011-11-27T01:35:13.175-08:00Winter stories in Texas
(December 16 to 27, 2010 in
Houston, Texas)
Stories from the Aggie
I stayed together with Roslinda
for two days in College Station. On the second day there, we went to visit
George Bush Presidential Library and Museum, the Gigantic Graduate Ring, the
Aggie Bonfire Memorial and other campuses within the Texas A and M University. Roslinda
told many stories about her University. There were Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-4305833056992904902011-10-28T21:25:00.000-07:002011-10-30T05:26:23.606-07:00Apa Khabar? in Houston, Texas
(A day after checking my semester result, December 2010)
A stop at a pump station
We almost reached at Houston City, after almost 4 hours
driving from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Suddenly, my Blackberry rang. I checked on
my hand phone screen. The caller was my Facebook friend, Roslinda Rosli. She is
a PhD student in A and M University, Texas. She has been in the United States
for almost Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-21306529493768481482011-09-30T21:54:00.000-07:002011-10-01T02:27:26.720-07:00The Dead Weeks(The third day after the end of Fall Semester, 2010) Unexpected news I pack few clothes and put inside my big, purple luggage bag. I cannot wait to go to Houston, meeting my Facebook friends there. Suddenly, I hear knocking on my apartment door. Who is might be? I open my door, and I see Qing. She smiles at me, and I let her in. Then, she says to me that she is going to move into my apartment Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-60519116421391332592011-09-03T17:57:00.000-07:002011-09-04T14:45:06.188-07:00I did not know! (The Dayak's Taboo)(Last Day of November 2010)The DreamI had a dream that I was standing at the edge of a swampy lake. I saw three Mississippi alligators swan towards to where I stood. I tried to run away, but I could not lift up my legs. When all the three alligators surrounded me, the next thing I knew, they opened their mouths. I closed my eyes and waited for them to attack me. After 10 minutes waiting, they didGlobalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-18448647054910478312011-04-05T05:57:00.000-07:002011-04-06T12:35:23.649-07:00The Roaches Terminator From Borneo(Third Saturday of November 2010)The American Roaches and their allies I have been staying in my on campus apartment for almost four months, and I am getting to love it. Apaporn and I like to beautify our apartment. Every time we go to the Wal-mart, we will buy home decorations and furniture. Both of us will decorate every part of our apartment with our own creativity. Apaporn helped me to Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-42446940304683236742011-03-21T21:36:00.000-07:002011-03-22T09:30:56.525-07:00Three ASEAN Women(First Saturday November 2010) The unexpected email I woke up early in the morning. It is an unusual Saturday for me to wake up early. I have made a promise with Par to attend a football tailgate party with other international students at ICC. My university American football team, the Tigers will play Alabama University. All Tigers fans including Red Alabama fans will gather and tailgate aroundGlobalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-64429938506109928402011-03-14T18:46:00.000-07:002011-11-08T13:16:00.436-08:00The Dayung's Nest(A day in September 2010, before the midterm-exam)
Moving in
I lay my back on my big couch. The time is almost 9 pm. I do not have any mood to study. I look around of my living room. The wall painted in white color, and the floor all covered with brown, creamy tiles. My mind drifts away remembering the day I entered into my first rented apartment together with Fred. The two bedrooms Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-17851880507412943242011-03-08T13:41:00.000-08:002011-03-08T19:09:38.344-08:00The Challenges(A week after the fall break, 2010)Three Class Courses and Two Seminars Being a graduate student in the United States of America is not an easy job. Lack of sleep, always under pressure especially a week before exams, non-stop laboratory works, and skip many social activities with friends are common scenarios a graduate student has had to endure while taking Ms. and Ph.D. courses. Nancylia, my Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-20608309890038834542011-02-12T18:03:00.000-08:002011-02-19T19:16:56.264-08:00When Americans Met a Dayung in the Sky(Flew from Kuching International Airport, Sarawak Borneo Malaysia to Changi Airport, Singapore on August 18, 2010)Two American couples I checked my hand-watch. It was almost time to depart. I looked around, expecting to see attractive people in the waiting room. Suddenly, a young woman in MAS kebaya made an announcement to all passengers. “Good afternoon ladies and gentleman, you are all Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-86568007368061675612011-02-08T18:48:00.000-08:002011-02-19T05:32:23.657-08:00A Night at Annah Rais, Padawan(Last August 14, 2010 at Annah Rais, Padawan, Kuching)Along the road The rain had stopped raining. I rolled down the right-side window of my mother's white Viva car. Cold breeze flowed into the car through the opened window. I switched the car air–conditioner and let my body lingered by the fresh, cold air. The clock displayed on the car dashboard showed 5.00 pm. I shifted my view from the clockGlobalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-2510273828983006332011-01-14T17:14:00.000-08:002011-02-19T12:44:43.077-08:00A flicker of faith, hope and love on August, 13(August 12 - 13, 2010 in Kuching, Sarawak)Afternoon August, 12 I was browsing my facebook. Suddenly, I read a status that was written by my friend, Alex Pega. He stated that everything will be fine on the Friday August, 13. Ten minutes after reading Alex’s comment, my other friend updated her status that almost the same like him. I was wondering whether there are any special events on that day. Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-56772274910918991062010-12-17T02:48:00.000-08:002011-11-08T13:14:16.935-08:00The dance of birds
The last two days in Kota Kinabalu, Sabah, from August 7 to 8, 2010:
A wedding invitation
Imelda, her family and I had our last dinner together. We talked about how I missed my Malaysia Airline (MAS) flight from Tawau to Kota Kinabalu, just because of getting wrong information from Isabella, Imelda’s work in Beaufort, Isabella’s hectic days in Universiti Malaysia Sabah, Uncle Paul’s Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-26220844121283770162010-12-11T21:36:00.000-08:002010-12-16T16:42:35.533-08:00Little Sarawak in Tawau, SabahTrip to Tawau from July 29 to August 3, 2010: The first meeting On the fifth day, in Tawau. My Dayak Murut assistant, Didarcus and I would change our sampling site to Kampong Iban Merotai. It is located about 30 min drive from Tawau Hill Park. First, we needed to see Didarcus’s adopted father. He is an Iban Sabahan, who married with a local Dusun woman. Along the way to Kampong Iban Merotai, I Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-9332869876921428922010-11-05T22:10:00.000-07:002010-11-12T22:38:55.791-08:00Agnes Keith, Shawney Niko and ITrip to Sandakan from July 25 to 28, 2010:Land below the windFour years ago in Kuching, Sarawak. I laid down on my back reading Agnes Keith’s first book “Land below the wind”. Her first book talked about her life as a wife of a Conservator of Forests and Director of Agriculture in North Borneo (old name of Sabah). And through her book, she is able to make her readers imagine Sandakan as a place Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-51027013143640351492010-10-29T18:40:00.000-07:002010-12-04T14:30:18.421-08:00The Bonggi people in Banggi IslandTrip to Banggi Island from July 19 to 24, 2010: Maggi!!! It was the third night in Kampung Kalangkaman, Banggi. I was writing in my field journal while Freddie was cooking dinner. My other assistant, Patrick was fixing the two zinc roofs that would be used to collect rainwater in a brawny blue basin. When the dinner time came, all of us hovered over two dishes that lay on the cooking table. TheGlobalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-31629296374540023472010-10-26T17:54:00.000-07:002011-02-14T10:29:18.433-08:00Lost to Simpang MengayauTrip to Langkon, Kota Marudu- Kudat from July 12 to 17, 2010:In the Langkon EstateI was sitting in Imelda’s office room waiting for her to settle her works in the other department. She needed to meet and discuss some matters regarding the Langkon estate with the estate manager. After almost an hour, she entered to her office room and asking whether I already made payments to my helpers. “Dency, Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-2137173868857219102010-10-10T15:10:00.000-07:002010-10-11T23:13:18.137-07:00The Peaceful RiverTrip to Kampong Tamu Darat, Kota Belud from July 8 to July 11, 2010:Water is life Water and life are indivisible. All living things including us must have water to survive. Our body needs to maintain about 70 % of water. Without water, our body would stop functioning appropriately. Hence, we cannot survive for more than a few days without it. Water is all around of us- in the sky, on the ground Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-26669977986738561342010-09-03T19:46:00.000-07:002010-09-04T09:44:24.015-07:00Crocodiles on the Crocker RangeTrip to Kampong Kibambangan, Penampang from July 5 to July 7, 2010: Oh What? I just finished my preparation works. It was 1 pm now. Freddie and Patrick have gone to the sampling site near to the Kibambangan Resort. Time seemed to slow down. The afternoon was so hot and I was soaking. I went to the Kibambangan River and dipped my left foot into the river and could feel the coldness of the water.Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-55760770966847087532010-08-19T22:49:00.001-07:002010-08-30T03:22:25.395-07:00A Tale of Two KampongsTrip to Sipitang from June 22 to July 3, 2010:A new journey beganMorning was breaking. The earth was awaking from slumber again. Magpie-robins were singingbeautifully on trees. Freddie, Patrick, Kuming and I were busy packing our things into our pickup car. We were moving out from SFI Mendulong Station to Kampong Mendulong. The kampong was located about 20 kilometres from the Station. It is Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-60907327044128283892010-08-19T22:46:00.001-07:002010-08-28T11:20:59.938-07:00Survivors of Pulau Tiga, SabahTrip to Pulau Tiga from June 14 to 18, 2010:Life of a Sabah Parks workerIt was 5.00 pm on my second day at Pulau Tiga. I just finished all my works on that day and decided to have a walk to the Pulau Tiga jetty belonged to Sabah Parks. At the end of the jetty, I saw some of the Sabah Parks staff and their family members busying themselves with their own activities. The men and their children Globalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5305487490810007570.post-61247537414850272662010-08-12T22:57:00.001-07:002010-08-28T11:22:13.952-07:00Beufort-Klias: Where all are mixed upTrip to Membakut-Klias Beaufort from June 7 to 13, 2010: First day at Membakut It was a raining night when I first arrived at Pekan Membakut. I just sat down and stared blankly through my car side window. Two dogs, male and female were scratching their back to each other. A middle age man was walking over to the automated teller machine (ATM) belonged to the only government bank in Malaysia. WhatGlobalized Dayunghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09104323674121889355noreply@blogger.com0