Thursday, December 17, 2009

A Journey Back Home



  Yesterday, dad, mum and I decided to visit Teluk Intan, which is near my father's childhood home, Bagan Datoh. A sunny day it was and we started off leaving my brothers painting the wall.

       This is the first time for mum and I visiting Teluk Intan. My first thought of Teluk Intan was "Wow, what a big town!" when I saw many buildings with the name "Teluk Intan". But, when I really came into the town, it was just a big square. The Leaning Tower ate up a lot of space at the centre of the town! Although the sun is high in the sky as my handphone shows noon, we scurried out from dad's car and took few memorable photos with the Leaning Tower of Teluk Intan.

       When I was young, I knew Teluk Intan as Anson. Anson means "harmony and peace" in Chinese. Today, I really feel that Teluk Intan is a peaceful town and a historical one. There are still ancient buildings opened for business and the Leaning Tower has a tip of Chinese Design: Green roof and conical shaped body.

        We visited my dad's cousin sister who owns a nursery and motel in Teluk Intan. Her 3 daughters are grown ups, around 20+ ladies.As aunt always keep in touch with our relatives, she is "The Guide Of The Day".


       After lunch, we set off to visit other relatives. Unfortunately, Dads car is as hot as an oven. The aircon is not functioning. Aunt introduced us to a workshop nearby and we waited the car to be serviced for few hours. We chatted a lot and heard many of my Aunt's story when she was young.

        Hours passed by. Finally, the car was serviced. But not long after our journey, hot air came out from the aircon again. Haiz, we had to roll down the windows and take some fresh air.

        First, we went to Selekoh, my dads old home. There is a big coconut drying spot, which in the olden days is a popular place trading dried coconuts. We met dad's aunt and uncle, my aunt's parents. We saw a piece of land where it used to have rows of houses 6 years ago before the fire which took away my cousins' life as I know from my aunt. It was a tragedy to my uncle.

         Later, we visited dad's another aunt. They have a small, black kitten. It jumped on my lap! It is so cute! We chatted for a while and left there to Bagan Datoh. Before leaving, they gave us a tin of "Kuih Kapit"(Chinese Biscuit, triangular shaped, crispy, golden brown).My favourite!

         Bagan Datoh is a place that have little people. There are no ships or boats at the harbour when we reached there. The air didn't taste salty and is refreshing. We took some photos together at the harbour.
Although the harbour is made of concrete cements, we felt that the harbour is shaking slightly when we looked down the sea. I thought I saw a white, long fish(shark) when I looked down. I almost turn pale but mum says it might not be a shark. Some kind of other fish, maybe.

         Then, we went to Ban Gang. It is totally different from Bagan Datoh. Fishermen are all sitting around, chatting. Sampan, boats and ships are parked by the shore. I took some photos with boats and ships. Then, we found a place where fishes came in everyday. There is also a big, cold storage at the harbour.

          Thunder was rolling and it was raining cats and dogs. We hurried back to aunt's house and took bath. Aunt took a Japanese Costume and put it on me. That was the first time I weared a Japanese "He Fu". Later when the rain stops, we have our dinner at a restaurant nearby. After dinner, we went to a house and bought "Chee Cheong Fun" there. After departing with aunt and her family, we went home.


          From yesterdays journey, I found that many schools have a large and big compound. It is weird. For me, I feel that "big city, small school""small city, big school".Funny, isn't it? I hope that government don't put all attention on Malay schools. Although Chinese schools are mainly Chinese students, there are still students of other races studying in Chinese schools. If government wants us to unite, I have a plan. Don't say Malay school, Chinese school or Indian school. Just a school, no matter students of what race talking what language. Its okay, isn't it?

         

      

Friday, November 13, 2009

Holiday

          Holiday is coming. Everyone is relaxing and looking forward to it. Few students attend school and teachers are checking the PMR papers.

          As for me, I'm doing some knitting and revision. Preparing for next year, mum says I had to do revision early.

         During the holidays, my brothers and I are participating in the Samanera/ Sikkhavati Novitiate Program. This program is open for children from 9 years old to 16 years old. A meaningful and good program for children and I like it very much.

         I will post some of my experiences on this blog after I return from the program.