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like in any highly priced organic products, the market is full of products that
“claim” they are from the original
sources!!One such product is the famed
Bario rice which is also grown in Peninsular Malaysia! And not under organic
conditions. But the packages are labeled 'Bario rice' as if they come from
Bario directly. And it is sold in organic shops!
women are the main growers of Bario rice in Bario. Since 2014, university
youths from Peninsular under Project Whee! have been helping to make farming 'sexy' again!! Hopefully, more youths will return to helm agro-tourism and
some organic shops sell very short cinnamon sticks that look like the Ceylon
variety. But they are labeled as “Bario organic cinnamon” and are very
expensive.It is impossible because Bario
Cassia cinnamon sticks are thicker, longer than the small ones you find in the
is on the way to set-up a mobile app-ECHO2U – whereby farmers from Bario can be
the merchants to directly sell their own products by flashing messagesof product delivery to buyers in the app.
directly from the Bario farmers, you are assured of the real Bario cinnamon
from the Borneo rainforests, harvested in a sustainable manner.
cinnamon is definitely much more organic and REAL than any cultivated cinnamon
which is tainted with chemical fertilizers and pesticides!
The birth of Patrick changed my marriage life from the two of us to the three of us, a family. We were excited, happy, worried followed by all kind of emotions for our baby son. So many things to learn, to experience. Breastfeeding, constant thoughts on our baby's well being especially when his jaundice appeared to rise during his first month. The lacking of sleep. There were moments I observed his breathing while he slept. We were amazed by every new mannerisms that Patrick displayed. We were so charmed when he first smiled to us. I would observed how gently my husband would treat Patrick and how Patrick would looked up to him, listening to his every word. Mummy supporting and loving baby We were enjoying ourselves as new parents until something happened in the middle of November 2017 that changed our lives forever. "There is something not right with his stools." My sister in law remarked to me while I tiredly changed Patrick's diapers. Menta
I looked at his pale face and frail body on the hospital bed. Lines and tubes on his legs and neck. There was a bag at the right side with yellowish looking water inside. The liquid was not urine but water which had to be pumped out from his stomach cavity. It was difficult to see someone whom you have known since young to look so weak. He had lost weight and aged considerably. It was the second day of Chinese New Year. My sister and I took a trip down to Kuala Lumpur to visit relatives. We visited a cousin at the High Dependency Unit, he had liver cancer and was complaining of diarrhea. Visiting hours were 11.30am to 1.30am and 5.30pm to 7.30pm. We had to take turns going in as only 2 guests at a time are allowed. Despite having the experience of a prolonged stay at the hospital and being immobile, I was tongue tied. I didn’t know what to say or how to comfort him. I could only share with him of my previous struggle at the hospital. On our second visit bef
During updating Patrick's status to a friend of mine today, Patrick called out from the bed. I looked up to his dancing eyes and smiling face. This would usually put me in smiles. Instead, I watched his face more closely than usual. Much earlier this morning, closer to 2am, his vomit was mixed with blood. He was down with flu and cough since late last week. Earlier this week since Monday, the past couple of nights had been trying to us both. He woke up a few times coughing that caused him to vomit out his milk. For my readers who have not been aware, every night his nasogastric tube attached to a machine that pumped in milk throughout the night. I do this upon the doctor's advice to assist him to gain weight. HIs running nose irritated Patrick when its mucus dripped onto his upper lip. His body temperature did not appear to reach 37.5C and beyond. He has been active, as per his normal self except during the night he appeared to be more fussy than usual. He also appeared to