Dedicated to the general of the house, none other than 

*drum rolls* 

The Double Six Tragedy, also known as the Double Six Crash, was a plane crash which took place on June 6, 1976 in Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia. The plane, operated by Sabah Air, coming from Labuan crashed in the sub-district of Sembulan in Kota Kinabalu upon approaching Kota Kinabalu International Airport. The crash killed everyone on board the flight, including Tun Fuad Stephens, the Chief Minister of Sabah at that time. The other passengers on the flight were State Ministers Datuk Salleh Sulong, Datuk Peter Mojuntin, Chong Thien Vun, and assistant minister Darius Binion. Others who perished were the then Secretary of State for the Ministry of Finance of Sabah Datuk Wahid Peter Andau, Director of Economic Planning Unit of Sabah Dr. Syed Hussein Wafa, Isak Atan (Private Secretary to Tengku Razaleigh Hamzah), Corporal Said Mohammad (bodyguard to Tun Fuad Stephens), Captain Gandhi Nathan (the pilot of the aircraft) and Tun Fuad's eldest son Johari Stephens.

The reason behind the crash is uncertain. Immediately after the accident there were allegations of foul play because of the death of the Chief Minister, but no evidence of such has ever been found.

There is a man with a nail in his heart
Who sits on the edge of darkness,
He sits all day staring at empty space,
His eyes filled with misery and madness,
A contorted look upon his face,
It's filled with red-eyed tears,
He sits very still, 'cept for a shudder or two
From the ever creeping cold fear.

He sits beneath a midnight moon,
Morning, noon and night,
Adrift on a melancholy ocean,
Conjuring visions of a long forgotten twilight,
Vague memories of happier times
When he felt he'd been smitten by Cupid's dart,
He gave her his life and pledged his soul,
And she hammered a nail into his heart.

Muttering words of rejected thought,
No one hears his wailing sermons
Of a passion, long burned to ash
In the cremation of a love left to mourn,
He clings, with clenched fists, to a memory,
To a dream of hope, and a phoenix,
But the nail in his heart is rusting fast
As his dream escapes into the mist.

As the cobwebs pile up in his mind
To veil his sight further still,
He hears whispering shadows try to talk to him,
Strange words about removing a nail
Is all he can recall.
And he wishes they'd just go away,
To vaporize with his dream,
So as he can catch up with his memory.

For memories are all that's left
Of a love that he once felt immortal,
But she didn't share the love that he gave,
But still she ran off with his soul,
For a pledge is a pledge is a contract,
A legally binding promise,
He pledged his soul, now it's hers to hold,
To leave him with his fear and his madness.

Oh why did you make a fool of me,
To leave me to cry and wail?
I gave you my heart, my life, my soul,
And all you returned was this nail,
This nail that will be the death of me,
For it is in my heart that it's wedged
And I'll keep it there as a memory.
For this nail is all I have left.

There is nothing worse than betrayal. The gnawing feeling that eats you up when you trusted someone so much and then finding out 'the ugly truth'. The moment I discovered the infidelity, everything seemed to be so surreal. A lot of questions came out of my mind. I mean like...a lot. 

I thought it would be easy for me to forget. I thought and optimistically believed that every thing will be back to normal, and so I thought.  I became suspicious with her every move. At first I tried to repress myself, and convincing my mind that everyone deserves another chance. But for the second time around...I don't know. 

Someone once told me, "Cheats have a biological disorder, they have no control over themselves they are emotionally redundant and they will always cheat lie and deceive for the rest of their lives." Noted that!

 Ain't gonna feel like a fool. Gotta believe that there are people out there can play a heart like a violin. I'll stick to believing in myself wholeheartedly. I'm gonna have myself guard up, as life can throw some painful things at me (and everybody else).

This may be an overused saying, but time really heals all wounds and sorrow. I think people have evolved to develop selective amnesia to forget painful things that keep them from being happy. And one thing for sure, recovering from the past will come out naturally if we just let ourselves move on, as we are gifted with a resilient heart.

I know everyone is talking about 'the wedding' - the Royal Wedding. Frankly speaking, this is my very first time watching a grandeur royal wedding (through satellite tv of course). I couldn't imagine myself to be standing outside Westminster Abbey and the Buckingham Palace together with the huge crowd. After all, it would cost me a fortune just to go to London. Thanks for the technology because I was able to watch the live coverage of the royal wedding via satellite tv. 

While watching the service, something caught my attention. It's not the wedding dress. It's not the fancy hats worn by guests. It's not Victoria's sky-high Louboutin heels (woman, you're a preggie and those heels are surely hazardous for the lil' one). It's not (well, admittedly yes at the beginning) Beckham's debonair hairdo. It's not even Princess Beatrice's hat (I personally think it looked hideous on her and it would be more appropriate for Lady Gaga *wink*). Anyhow, enough with the digressions. What caught my attention the most was the sermon given by the Bishop of London. It was so inspiring and I can't stop myself from listening to every single word uttered by that old chap. 

“Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire.” So said St Catherine of Siena whose festival day it is today. Marriage is intended to be a way in which man and woman help each other to become what God meant each one to be, their deepest and truest selves.

Many are full of fear for the future of the prospects of our world but the message of the celebrations in this country and far beyond its shores is the right one – this is a joyful day! It is good that people in every continent are able to share in these celebrations because this is, as every wedding day should be, a day of hope.  

In a sense every wedding is a royal wedding with the bride and the groom as king and queen of creation, making a new life together so that life can flow through them into the future.

William and Catherine, you have chosen to be married in the sight of a generous God who so loved the world that he gave himself to us in the person of Jesus Christ.

And in the Spirit of this generous God, husband and wife are to give themselves to each another.

A spiritual life grows as love finds its centre beyond ourselves. Faithful and committed relationships offer a door into the mystery of spiritual life in which we discover this; the more we give of self, the richer we become in soul; the more we go beyond ourselves in love, the more we become our true selves and our spiritual beauty is more fully revealed. In marriage we are seeking to bring one another into fuller life.

You have both made your decision today – “I will” – and by making this new relationship, you have aligned yourselves with what we believe is the way in which life is spiritually evolving, and which will lead to a creative future for the human race.

We stand looking forward to a century which is full of promise and full of peril. Human beings are confronting the question of how to use wisely a power that has been given to us through the discoveries of the last century. We shall not be converted to the promise of the future by more knowledge, but rather by an increase of loving wisdom and reverence, for life, for the earth and for one another.

Marriage should transform, as husband and wife make one another their work of art. It is possible to transform as long as we do not harbour ambitions to reform our partner. There must be no coercion if the Spirit is to flow; each must give the other space and freedom. Chaucer, the London poet, sums it up in a pithy phrase:

As the reality of God has faded from so many lives in the West, there has been a corresponding inflation of expectations that personal relations alone will supply meaning and happiness in life. This is to load our partner with too great a burden. We are all incomplete: we all need the love which is secure, rather than oppressive, we need mutual forgiveness, to thrive.

As we move towards our partner in love, following the example of Jesus Christ, the Holy Spirit is quickened within us and can increasingly fill our lives with light. This leads to a family life which offers the best conditions in which the next generation can practise and exchange those gifts which can overcome fear and division and incubate the coming world of the Spirit, whose fruits are love and joy and peace.

I pray that all of us present and the many millions watching this ceremony and sharing in your joy today, will do everything in our power to support and uphold you in your new life. And I pray that God will bless you in the way of life that you have chosen, that way which is expressed in the prayer that you have composed together in preparation for this day:

Strengthened by our union help us to serve and comfort those who suffer. We ask this in the Spirit of Jesus Christ. Amen.

  

When it comes to legendary Sabahans, whose very name has entered the local vocabulary, it must be Gintak Gabui.

In 1990, perhaps even earlier, Gintak, then 70, was found guilty of raping a 15-year old girl.

That gained him instant infamy. Everybody talked about him, and his name came to mean the act of raping / worse, usually said with a snigger, often followed by maniacal laughter.

When he was on trial, many people reportedly congregrated in courtrooms to catch a glimpe of the infamous man, to which he once allegedly said the immortal words:

"Sabar peminat" (Please, my fans, be patient)

The only person whose time in the limelight is remotely comparable to him is Tausang @ Tingal Sagunting, a rubber tapper, who was on trial in 2007 for allegedly raping an 18-year old girl in August 2004, at a rubber plantation in Kampung Laputong, Tamparuli (hence, “the mattress” was not exhibited in court I suppose). As a result she got pregnant and gave birth to a boy. He was then 77. The late Tausang caused a stir when he refused lawyers and instead conducted his own defence, in Dusun language no less.

When the trial got underway he was about 80 years old, probably the oldest ever person in Malaysia ever to be charged with rape.

He uttered two immortal sentences, reported in the newspapers:

"Saya tidak akun rogol, sebab saya suka sama suka, sama dia, saya tidak dapat kacau sama dia, kalau bukan kerana sinta." (Meaning: I do not admit raping her, because the act was consensual. I would not be able to “disturb” her if we didn’t love each other.)

"Nokuro tu au dau pinoruput tontok do korogol, soira pod minontian om man nogi dau poruputo?" (Meaning: Why didn’t the woman make a police report when she was raped? Why did she make the report only when she found out she was pregnant?) 

He was eventually found not guilty, and died about a month after that in his sleep.

Even now, there are more google search results on “gintak gabui” as compared to “tausang sagunting.”

Source: http://bengodomon.com/2010/06/25/the-legend-of-gintak-gabui/ 

**The word "Gintak" has been coined by the locals and being used widely to denote the act of raping/sexual act. Wow! That's the legend of Gintak Gabui. He'll be remembered by all... *wink*