An Uninformed Perceptional Effects of Aging in Body and Mind.

It was generally believed that he was born in October, 1918. Despite of his advanced age, his memories of past domestic as well as local and national happenings are very intact but chronologically a bit disorientated especially with dates and order. Most of the things he wishes to do, if ever he could do them again, the things he had done but wish to redo them differently, if ever he could get another chance to prove himself with such efforts, he turns then into some sort of fantasies. He is aware that many of the things he says are wishful-thinking. He therefore used to conclude whatever he would be saying by a reminder, .."but, that is according to my prediction..." A famous quote from him. Emmanuel Tangit Kinajil in his earlier years was an initiator. If ever the word 'found' could be metaphorically used for him in any way, then he founded Kampung Babagon and virtually turned it into a place as perceived now. He started the school in Kampung Babagon. As an NV(E)S and due to the general lack of facilities and teachers, he was the first teacher of that then school. In a little later time then, as an elected District Councilor of Penampang District Council, he requested for allocations and saw to the completion of the school buildings of Kampung Terian, Kampung Buayan and Kampung Longkogungan. He started those schools too. He wishes to see at close range his Kuala Penyu land where gas and kerosene oil are constantly sprouting wastefully out.

A Better Direction to DATON NGAWI' Office

that road sign

DATON NGAWI' Freshwater Fish Farm is located slightly less than one kilometer along Jalan Babagon-Timpango which branches to the right from the Penampang-Tambunan Main Road at around KM 22. Jalan Babagon-Timpango is a sealed road. It cuts across the Moyog River at a scenic river fording. This particular river spot has been made quite famous and popular by picnickers, car lovers and, generally, users of small as well as big vehicles. Although many town dwellers and Government office workers have come to visit this place, it is doubted that any workers from the Jabatan Alam Sekitar have ever visited this place on 'some Sunday afternoon'. A short distance from these famous river banks is a right-hand turn junction to Jalan Babagon Indah. The Government planted Road Sign near that junction means to direct every intending seeker of Stesen Pertanian Babagon and Stesen Perikanan Babagon. One has to look closely at the seemed-to-be-an-after-thought inserted arrow sign and the direction where it is pointing. From Jalan Babagon Indah, one can see a panoramic view of Daton Ngawi' Freshwater Fish Farm area and its Site Office.

A Branch of an Old Tree @ 56

An earthly life's span which many individuals liken to that of one's literal journey here on Earth has its own mental lineal graph kept by the owner. The graph could actually be literally plotted with signposts, and when that was done, it would become writing points of one's life-story.

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My friend who retired much later than me said that he has kept his mental lineal graph from Year 0 up to the present, nearing Year 56. Fortunately or unfortunately, he said, the length of his imaginary paper strip was symbolically crumpled and rendered unusable. He therefore had to stop the keeping of his mental lineal graph and make a firm decision of continuing transfers of graphic thoughts onto an imaginary branch of his yet more imaginary ready-grown old tree. He said that he would put in 100 for 290110 and if good luck would have it, God willing, he said that he would be mentally plotting and ballooning memorable life's events as they would forwardly happen. At 56! ... and to start afresh, to start anew! He said he wanted to hear the sound of his own laughter once more.

Auntie Stephanie Kinajil's 78th Birthday Birthday.

Diili, leading the thanks-giving and Grace before meal

Birthday cake cutting photo

Lambab, the 2nd eldest son, wished to celebrate his mother's 78th year birthday on 8th November, 2009. All round support from the rest of the Lojimin Soriwo gang was forthcoming. His father, Lojimin Soriwo, could not make it mortally for he might be among the multitudes of angels and saints in heaven involved in the giving of continuous adoration and praises to God. But the earthly birthday celebration of his spouse was held in kampung Dudan, in Mompoit, within the greater Tanaki Area in Penampang.

'Good information' is responded by 'good attendance'. A good crowd of relatives and friends had gathered as the Kinajils were all round okok juga. No one .. not even one relative from kampung Sukung, Tambunan, came. Ask Lambab.

The Negative Mindedness of some Rural Folks.

Any undertaking, be it carried out singly or corporately, is first envisioned. The processes of crystallizing the vision may be brought through a casual poser presented in a yet casual discussion amongst creative-minded friends, be they family members. Not so long time ago, I posed again in some likewise manner the idea of rearing local mountain goats, kambing boar, and the like, in the under-utilized Tolungan Native and Grazing Reserve on a Registered Co'operative Venture or by any other arrangements to yet another group of known industrious kampung folks. One immediately sprang up a reaction, (translated) "Cannot be done!. Impossible!,". In his own words, "Au milo! Mustahil!". This negative reaction was echoed, as if clamoring for support, by a few others present. When I pressed for reasons as to why they were extremely skeptical about it, then they grouped for justifications for their negativity. Foremost in their minds was to first take pride in registering some negative objections to something new. I sensed that some of these people presumed it was heroic to simply object. Understandably, though, this was one of the few lines of human nature. I shared with them that to some positive-minded groups of individuals, they might already be thinking of munching roasted goat ribs-meat on hearing such a poser. Is it really long ... a span of 1000 years?