I'll first write about my two trip to Malacca. My first one was god knows which saturday. My parents and I went down to Malacca to attend a ponggal, an indian thanks giving ceremony performed in gratitude of their gods. My family friend's wife, also er.... my family friend, had suffered from a stroke, and her husband, a hindu priest and medium which i call aneh, had done prayers in the hope that his wife will recover. Since then her health has improved and so he dicided to hold a ponggal at his temple. Its a Sri Mariaman temple but here's the catch. The temple is no ordinary temple, but one deep in an oil palm estate. My father says on a 'fierce' night, he can hear tigers growl. My father's car has to endure the bumpy dirt road's drive of roughly 15 minutes. The surrounding was dark, with owls howling and cows mooing. Anywhere we go, the car light seems to shine on trees. I wonder whether my father has any help from the divine because his car failed to fall into a ravine.
Soon we reached the temple, greated by fluorescent lights and a beaming uncle sedhu, my father's childhood friend. My father, on seeing him, turned into a young boy again and i, for the past 10 years wondering for the reason why i'm so em.... 'ganjil', finally got to know why i am what i am. Its all too similar!!!
We saw aneh and his family. His wife has almost recovered, with only swellings to his left hand and inability to control her vocal chord.
My mother and i followed the hindu custom by praying to ghanapathi, then to Ah mah, to lord murugan, then to kali, to muniandy and then finally ending by praying to ghanapathi again. To cut things short, we finished our ritual and cooked milk rice with brown sugar in honour of 'Ah mah' which we feasted on. Then, my father sped my mother and i back to Malacca town and we had a good look at Malacca's night life. Then, he brought us to eat satay celup.
This particular owner, the third generation running the shop, is a keen businessman who offers special prawn satays for 50 cents each if he finds you eating a lot. U can't grab or ask for it. They will distribute it the way they like. These prawns usually measures up to 5-6 inches long which are big! they are thick, juicy and succulent. That guy saw us gobbling up our food so he gave us three. One 6 inches long and two 5. I took them, gave my father the 6-inch-long and both me and my mother had the 5-inch-longs. My mother must have taken it to heart because when the next round came, the guy gave us another prawn and my mother took it all for herself. The guy gaver us only one prawn. If my father's prawn was incredibly big, this one is obscene coz its 8 inches long. Yup its 8 INCHES LONG!!!!! If u want a clearer picture of it, look at the length of you arm from wrist to elbow. She can't even dip the whole prawn into the boiling pot, and it took her some 10 minutes to cook it.
The next trip down to Malacca was during ching ming. It is one of the days which me and my brother desperately looked forward to. We went there early in the morning to beat the heat of afternoon sun. After performing the rituals at my grandma's grave, we headed down to Malacca town again, and once again, for food. My brother and i gobbled up 9 plates of 'Tau gua' or bean curd which is some 60 pieces of them. Because every Ching Ming day is food day, my grandma must be rolling in her grave.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
All work and no play makes jack suffers from constipation
Yup! You all happy now? For the past week, I've been doing O.T., and my computer was giving me a handful. So, my toilet time was worse then labour. Maaybe i'm too stressed up and all i need is to relax a bit(at the expense of my boss). Sorry for not blogging this past 2 months. I've been really busy, but i'll relate all to you. I went down to Malacca twice. One to attend a ponggal and the other time was for Qing Ming. MY granny had her birthday dinner, my mom did hers and my papa had it too. I got dispatched to Serdang to work, came back to office after a week, found more work, done all of it and more work again. MY computer caused me loads of troubles and made me real desperate, and broke too. I'll write all these in a couple of days and show you on my blog. The night is getting older, and my eye pouches are getting darker. Thats all for today:)
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