Just like the normal man that ever exist in the world. All of us always have something that we want as a memorable thing. So, thats true. It always happen to me. Personally for myself i like to be a traveler. I can travel any where that i like without any circumstances that will stop me to be witnesses of the beautiful scenery that ever exists with my own eyes. 
However, to the most place that i ever go except one there is nothing that can defeat one of the truly personal place that always in my heart. That place none other than my village. it is call merio tambak. I was born at engkilili...small town nearby in the division of sri aman, sarawak. I was school there when i was a primary boy. It is quite memorable when you revise back your time and look something that you missing a lot through out the journey. Sometimes, i really hate the time. I hate the where it has to be and gonna to be. It stealing something from me in which part that i know that i never can replace anything that precious to me forever. Anywhere, let it be then. nothing that we can do. So, we come back again how is the place looks like. therefore, we will start from the beginning of the entrance of the journey to the longhouse. ok...normally, at engkilili there is one hanging bridge that connect the small town with the long house. 
So...at the very part of the journey...there is concrete trail that we will going through first. The concrete trails is about 3km long before we will have the journey using the soil trail to further on. Current pictures below will shown to how does scenery and the view along this concrete trail. The first picture, the big hill that we can see in front is called Bukit Tiang Laju. Those pictures that i took is about 2 years ago in year 2008. However,when i back look this place 1990an era. It was truly different. 
The times is changing this place so much. during those days, there is nothing to disturb the view and environment and we see now is different. yeah, maybe for the better. Changing for the better. Hope so.
After finishing the concrete trail about 3 km. There is the time for the soil trail. The soil trail has been used century at the ibans people and ethnic. Every where we go and move at the ancient time we will surely use the soil train that leading to the another places.
However, in the current soil route or trap that happen to my village is now different already. The road become wider and making the soil settling a lots to where it was. The rest of the pictures will shown how is the scenery through soil trail that lead to the long house.
Bukit Tiang Laju. This hill is just laying at the back of our valley. Bukit if translate to will pronounce Hill and Tiang laju will be Faster Column. So, if combining it will pronounce Faster Column Hill. Nothing so special so much about this hill. It just not even high as mountain could reach. But, when you just look and see it just giving us the feeling. How Blessed of the Earth should be that bless by the Hand of God. When i was primary, our schooling days would be from Monday till Friday and i do staying at the boarding school at that time. The Friday noon will be the time for us to depart back to the long house and on Sunday we will go again to the school. Therefore, along the journey come back...the hill just lie in front of your as witnessing at the pictures above.
I believe you will took some time to experiencing the view. Along the journey to the long house, another view that you you can find a lot as well is the cemetery. The grave of my late father was lie to the one the cemetery. Some of the cemetery that can be found is the pagan cemetery and the Christian cemetery. Back...to the cemetery, i just reminds back those day when i passed through this road. When i look back to my late father grave from the trail..it just always bring me back to the memories with him especially.
Nothing special about my old man just he is known because of his drunken habit. Because of that as well, we as his children always not does in his side every time and i can feel that the loneliness always in his heart. I never knew that thing until the final day for him. he do love us very much just he does not know how to express it very well. However, there is always one memories that i cannot forgot with him every time. That day is my final day for me as primary student at SK Engkilili No.1. At that time still SRK Engkilili No.1. As the last day, there is always assemblies for the students so that those students having a good achievement will receive their price on that day. I don't know...when i was primary boy i always cannot say that my result is one of the best all the time. Basically my result is just regular and not that high enough to challenge the others and my dad knows that. So, every time he will not attended the assemblies and leave me alone to celebrate the end of the school day every year. However, that year is different. That year is the year of jubilee for me. Yes, the final year at primary school. Most of the awards is belong to me that year and it is quite shocking the audience. One the disadvantage for you to staying at the small town is every one will know who are you and who is your family. Yes. It is true. My dad is drunken guy and working at the Agriculture Office as a...(can't remember).Forget already what his post actually. hehe...of course not the high ranking guys. Then, that day he come to ceremony celebration and sitting at the corner of the parents side chair. Hiding. Just like he was. Every one does know him for he was and his son as well. Ask myself personally, I also embarrassing to have a father like him last time. But it is long time ago. haha...I did that. Anywhere, he still my dad and there is nothing that can separate the two blood that jointing. So, after the ceremony...i pass all my awards to him so that he can bring it all back. I never knew what does he feel at that time. Is he proud of me or just kind a simple heart that ignoring everything which is doesn't care the achievement of his boy. I never knew that until the Christmas that year. Yeah, few months after that. We've been choiring from house to house at that night. There is one time that we stop at the one of my relative house and at that moment the conversation is quite different from before that. All the conversation is talk about me and my results that year. Of course, after the choir. One of the relative informing that, "Did you know that your father is crying that day? He terribly crying at the corner of the hall and he is so proud of you. The best son that he ever had although he not expect much from you. But you did that." My mom also always confirming me that story every year. Again and again. I also don't have any idea how my mom know as well. Perhaps, my dad told her. I think. haha...Then, because of that. I also does not know what the word should come out from my mouth until now. The sad thing is i never try to fight for him, never do all the things for him from heart until that year. The next year after that, I mean after 5 months after the Christmas. Month of May. He passed away because of stroke and the alcohol as well. 25th May every year is the anniversary, 5 days after that is Gawai. That year Gawai is very moody Gawai for me. No mood at all. (Gush...i forgot about it this year). Until now, he already leaving us about 11 years already. Regret??! yeah. I do. Can say it is kind of regret in my heart. At least he can see his kids grown up and this year is my graduation year from university actually. My elder brother got a government job after several years trying and this year he got it. Younger?? still long way to go. haha...Nothing much can come out from my mouth. Just wanna say that we really-really missing him.
Ok...back to the long house. There you go. The long house that we been staying for years is just infront your screen computer. How do i start? haha...it is seems to be hard to pull out the idea from my head to tell a story. When i was a kid, just 3-6 years like that i still remember during that time i was wanting a rambutan from the basket at the ruai at that time.
However, this rambutan is lying infront of the quest at the time. I am so hungary and so desperate , and with the naughty face and not behave simply tooking this fruit. Knows what?? My uncle reach my right ear and he pulled it. Scary. Until now, i still remember that pain. haha...so, that is some of the memory that still in my cip brain before that wooden and timber house had been demolish. If not mistaken, the house that totally been left is during 1993-1994 like that. can't remember the exact time. after that, during the 95 till the early 97. There has been few site clearing during that time. Cannot remember actually. Twice or thrice. haha.
So, the real construction is began on 7th July 1997. It is happen periodly...therefore, to complete this long house is taken us about 2 years. hmn...such a simple long house need 2 years for it to stand firm. haha...well, the story is not that. Most of the time we did not hire people to build this house. It is by ourselves to do it. Still remember that time, i have chance to construct the brick layer...think so. Hopefully, i can forgot that thing already. haha...so weird. Knows why? i have been scold by my mom and elder brother because the brick that i set up not straight to the line. haha. However, it is not stop my desire to do kind of stuff like that. Still remember i steal one or two timber size 2' x 4' to build my own bed cabinet from the long house construction. Ok. I do steal those timber and wood over there and in the end, i also got caught by mom. She scold me terribly but she not announce it to anyone. So, that incident is just being remember with me and my mom. Does not know why she hide that story...perhaps to protect me or maybe she just amaze with my effort to do so. Then, in another words i save that day.
However, to the most place that i ever go except one there is nothing that can defeat one of the truly personal place that always in my heart. That place none other than my village. it is call merio tambak. I was born at engkilili...small town nearby in the division of sri aman, sarawak. I was school there when i was a primary boy. It is quite memorable when you revise back your time and look something that you missing a lot through out the journey. Sometimes, i really hate the time. I hate the where it has to be and gonna to be. It stealing something from me in which part that i know that i never can replace anything that precious to me forever. Anywhere, let it be then. nothing that we can do. So, we come back again how is the place looks like. therefore, we will start from the beginning of the entrance of the journey to the longhouse. ok...normally, at engkilili there is one hanging bridge that connect the small town with the long house. 
So...at the very part of the journey...there is concrete trail that we will going through first. The concrete trails is about 3km long before we will have the journey using the soil trail to further on. Current pictures below will shown to how does scenery and the view along this concrete trail. The first picture, the big hill that we can see in front is called Bukit Tiang Laju. Those pictures that i took is about 2 years ago in year 2008. However,when i back look this place 1990an era. It was truly different. 
The times is changing this place so much. during those days, there is nothing to disturb the view and environment and we see now is different. yeah, maybe for the better. Changing for the better. Hope so.After finishing the concrete trail about 3 km. There is the time for the soil trail. The soil trail has been used century at the ibans people and ethnic. Every where we go and move at the ancient time we will surely use the soil train that leading to the another places.
However, in the current soil route or trap that happen to my village is now different already. The road become wider and making the soil settling a lots to where it was. The rest of the pictures will shown how is the scenery through soil trail that lead to the long house.
Bukit Tiang Laju. This hill is just laying at the back of our valley. Bukit if translate to will pronounce Hill and Tiang laju will be Faster Column. So, if combining it will pronounce Faster Column Hill. Nothing so special so much about this hill. It just not even high as mountain could reach. But, when you just look and see it just giving us the feeling. How Blessed of the Earth should be that bless by the Hand of God. When i was primary, our schooling days would be from Monday till Friday and i do staying at the boarding school at that time. The Friday noon will be the time for us to depart back to the long house and on Sunday we will go again to the school. Therefore, along the journey come back...the hill just lie in front of your as witnessing at the pictures above.
I believe you will took some time to experiencing the view. Along the journey to the long house, another view that you you can find a lot as well is the cemetery. The grave of my late father was lie to the one the cemetery. Some of the cemetery that can be found is the pagan cemetery and the Christian cemetery. Back...to the cemetery, i just reminds back those day when i passed through this road. When i look back to my late father grave from the trail..it just always bring me back to the memories with him especially. Nothing special about my old man just he is known because of his drunken habit. Because of that as well, we as his children always not does in his side every time and i can feel that the loneliness always in his heart. I never knew that thing until the final day for him. he do love us very much just he does not know how to express it very well. However, there is always one memories that i cannot forgot with him every time. That day is my final day for me as primary student at SK Engkilili No.1. At that time still SRK Engkilili No.1. As the last day, there is always assemblies for the students so that those students having a good achievement will receive their price on that day. I don't know...when i was primary boy i always cannot say that my result is one of the best all the time. Basically my result is just regular and not that high enough to challenge the others and my dad knows that. So, every time he will not attended the assemblies and leave me alone to celebrate the end of the school day every year. However, that year is different. That year is the year of jubilee for me. Yes, the final year at primary school. Most of the awards is belong to me that year and it is quite shocking the audience. One the disadvantage for you to staying at the small town is every one will know who are you and who is your family. Yes. It is true. My dad is drunken guy and working at the Agriculture Office as a...(can't remember).Forget already what his post actually. hehe...of course not the high ranking guys. Then, that day he come to ceremony celebration and sitting at the corner of the parents side chair. Hiding. Just like he was. Every one does know him for he was and his son as well. Ask myself personally, I also embarrassing to have a father like him last time. But it is long time ago. haha...I did that. Anywhere, he still my dad and there is nothing that can separate the two blood that jointing. So, after the ceremony...i pass all my awards to him so that he can bring it all back. I never knew what does he feel at that time. Is he proud of me or just kind a simple heart that ignoring everything which is doesn't care the achievement of his boy. I never knew that until the Christmas that year. Yeah, few months after that. We've been choiring from house to house at that night. There is one time that we stop at the one of my relative house and at that moment the conversation is quite different from before that. All the conversation is talk about me and my results that year. Of course, after the choir. One of the relative informing that, "Did you know that your father is crying that day? He terribly crying at the corner of the hall and he is so proud of you. The best son that he ever had although he not expect much from you. But you did that." My mom also always confirming me that story every year. Again and again. I also don't have any idea how my mom know as well. Perhaps, my dad told her. I think. haha...Then, because of that. I also does not know what the word should come out from my mouth until now. The sad thing is i never try to fight for him, never do all the things for him from heart until that year. The next year after that, I mean after 5 months after the Christmas. Month of May. He passed away because of stroke and the alcohol as well. 25th May every year is the anniversary, 5 days after that is Gawai. That year Gawai is very moody Gawai for me. No mood at all. (Gush...i forgot about it this year). Until now, he already leaving us about 11 years already. Regret??! yeah. I do. Can say it is kind of regret in my heart. At least he can see his kids grown up and this year is my graduation year from university actually. My elder brother got a government job after several years trying and this year he got it. Younger?? still long way to go. haha...Nothing much can come out from my mouth. Just wanna say that we really-really missing him. Ok...back to the long house. There you go. The long house that we been staying for years is just infront your screen computer. How do i start? haha...it is seems to be hard to pull out the idea from my head to tell a story. When i was a kid, just 3-6 years like that i still remember during that time i was wanting a rambutan from the basket at the ruai at that time.
However, this rambutan is lying infront of the quest at the time. I am so hungary and so desperate , and with the naughty face and not behave simply tooking this fruit. Knows what?? My uncle reach my right ear and he pulled it. Scary. Until now, i still remember that pain. haha...so, that is some of the memory that still in my cip brain before that wooden and timber house had been demolish. If not mistaken, the house that totally been left is during 1993-1994 like that. can't remember the exact time. after that, during the 95 till the early 97. There has been few site clearing during that time. Cannot remember actually. Twice or thrice. haha.
So, the real construction is began on 7th July 1997. It is happen periodly...therefore, to complete this long house is taken us about 2 years. hmn...such a simple long house need 2 years for it to stand firm. haha...well, the story is not that. Most of the time we did not hire people to build this house. It is by ourselves to do it. Still remember that time, i have chance to construct the brick layer...think so. Hopefully, i can forgot that thing already. haha...so weird. Knows why? i have been scold by my mom and elder brother because the brick that i set up not straight to the line. haha. However, it is not stop my desire to do kind of stuff like that. Still remember i steal one or two timber size 2' x 4' to build my own bed cabinet from the long house construction. Ok. I do steal those timber and wood over there and in the end, i also got caught by mom. She scold me terribly but she not announce it to anyone. So, that incident is just being remember with me and my mom. Does not know why she hide that story...perhaps to protect me or maybe she just amaze with my effort to do so. Then, in another words i save that day.
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