
Dusk at Tawau Airport
Photograph captured at 6:03pm, April 20, 2009
Image editing: Partial equalize on canvas, for use as header image of this blog

Dusk at Tawau Airport
Photograph captured at 6:03pm, April 20, 2009
Image editing: Partial equalize on canvas, for use as header image of this blog
Today is April 21st, exactly one month after my wedding day. Much had happened since my last blog entry in February on my Wretch account. And in one month’s time, to be exact, on the 26th of May, cilixz.com will turn 5 years old! Turning cilixz.com into a blogging site is a big step up for me in terms of the technicality involved.
(v1 = simple html, v2 = table and style, v3 = php and more css)
Actually, it’s just coincidental that I decided to start blogging here today, 1am in the morning. My wife and I were, just two hours ago, talking about life in Tawau. And in fact, I have just one simple sentence I wanted to type in this post:
The smiles from the kids are just about the only genuine warmth I felt here.
(Of course, my wife and I are still kids too!)
There really are a lot of changes here in Tawau, a few quite drastic, I dare say. Road directions being the most visible of all, a month on I still have trouble driving around the small town of Tawau. One can easily pardon Stephanie for still needing time to adjust to life in Tawau, (especially the Mandarin pronunciations of the locals), but for me, I must admit that I still couldn’t adjust fully to life here.
Times are really achanging, so much such that my previous 17 years of growing up in my hometown almost could not aid me to settle down in my new life. There are a few restrictions to our lives here, among them is the 7 days work/week. Our private lives and church lives are pretty much affected.
There are more locals speaking Cantonese, as if Astro On Demand runs in their veins (just my guess). This doesn’t help us settle as the whole environment of Tawau isn’t even close to the satellite townships of KL/PJ. People are getting busier and busier, and I’ll never get the answers why and how is this happening in a small town of Tawau, one of the furthest point in Malaysia from KL. We’re not even close to Sandakan in terms of size and development of the town.
If not for the smiles on the faces of the kids, I would not hold up that well for Saturday and Sunday’s work.
What is life? What is there to life? Can I even hold on to see the answers five years down the life in my hometown?
I really do miss the “Land of Smiles” at Jalan Gasing……
Thank You Lord, for my wife, without whom I would probably have more difficulties in settling down, and Thank You Lord, for all that You’ve done for me.
Till I blog again!