A sheer beauty that adorns the sky with whimsical bright hues bursting through the clouds is almost a fantasy. But, it is a definite reality to seeing eyes and to feelings that perpetuate words to describe this wonders of god’s magical creation known as the rainbow.
Quietness is virtue of soul a state of which it is most aware of chaos in the physical world. Quiteness speaks with language of silence. It needs to be heard for when the chaos is tamed and peace is owned, wisdom will be revealed.
To love is one of the greatest gifts given to humankind. It is an elusive feeling that is so profound and mystic unveiled to those who seek meanings in their lives. It is also said, love is a meeting of 2 lonely hearts and together their embrace the deepest realm of feelings that are sacred and blissful.
I could feel it ran trough my fingers; cold but tantalizing. Streams of crystal clear water from a mountain were flowing as if there was a silent command for it to finish its course deep in the jungle. I was there listening to myriad of sounds from the rainforest. Dipping in the water, I tried to merge myself into one with magic of solace that this place had to offer. I was overjoyed emblazoned in the highest trance of tranquility. This was one point in time that I was here. It was momentous.
I was able to see this magnificent view today. Standing on the hill, I witnessed the world on her grandeur scheme. The fresh afternoon breeze was a reminder of an ongoing life congruously sustaining the heart beats. I felt I was so minute as compared to what was laying before my eyes. Far in the distance was an open ocean; even more mysterious and captivating. The blue sky was always a romantic painting of clouds. Yet I was there, standing aghast in the sight of the wonderful creation and looking back at myself, I was indeed a part of this divine beauty of the universe.
Heart is the source of consciousness. An organ that beats for the first time even before the brain is formed. It never stops until the last breath is puffed. As much as the physical heart needs to be taken care of the same goes to the spiritual side of the heart. It needs to be continuously cleansed and purified from stains that are going to darken its judgment. It is when the light of truth encompasses the entire kingdom of the heart that it is able to enter state of happiness and satisfaction. It must not be left to die by strains of virulent heedlessness. It needs to be softened and kept alive from becoming heavy and diseased. When all the conditions are met, eternal happiness shall prevail.
It is still the same old sun but it never rises the same way. A ball of fire shining from the heaven awakes lives on earth with its warm life-giving light and it sustains vast mysterious mechanisms in the nature. Trees continue to grow. Water in the stream never stops to flow. The birds are everywhere. It is but a perfect orchestra that plays divine rhythm of life. Praise be to the lord of the worlds.
There is a sign of the creator of the universe on these creatures. I managed to catch pictures only 3 types of birds this morning. There are at least 3 more species flying around but they were just too fast for the lense. I remember not too distant in the past, I used to see many kinds of birds filling in the morning atmosphere everyday. I stood on the verandah to enjoy spotting them on the fence, trees, paddy field and across the sky. They fly, dive, surf and stay afloat. Some would just perch on trees and sing. It was and is wonderful.
I sat on this bench one fine morning reading a book. The bench was still wet with lines of dew clinging on its cold steel arm rest. The morning sun was shy hiding behind scattered clouds. As I was flipping through the pages, lights of the sun began to warm my skin. I looked up and saw the blue sky with patches of clouds and I realized I was in the deepest gratitude of being alive. Life is indeed beautiful.
Kindness is what makes the world go round. A warm gesture from a friend should be appreciated because it happens for a reason. They share because they care. When happiness is shared, positive energy is vibrated and amplified to be sent out to the world. It makes the world a better place to live. With that, I thank you. (Sharon and Alicia)
Human is a social creature. One cannot live sedentary and solitary lives. Every now and then, we interact with other fellow human beings in every sect of our lives. Each plays different roles and serves different purposes. We call them family, friends, playmates, co-workers and many other individuals that complete our social circles. This brings us to one type of person we meet in our lives that fulfill our need of being a social creature: a good companion. Some of the reasons why a good companion is such a joyful person to be with are they make the time spent worthwhile. One of the signs is that time really flies whenever we are in a good company talking just about anything under the sky. It allows a person to be opened and being less judgmental secured with awareness of spending time with a good friend. There is no rule or confinement of thoughts. It is spontaneous and yet fulfilling. For the most part, it is the connection that encourages streaming of thoughts and feelings to flow smoothly without any restrictions. It is called rapport established in the name of sharing. Also, good companion evokes good feeling. It triggers endorphin that makes people happy. Our senses help a lot to bring in pulses and the brain is translating it into that ecstatic feeling. When we like what we see and hear, those are some of elements that are perfecting equation of being in the moment with a good friend, hence happy feeling. It is a celebration of liking and fondness towards a person. A good companion creates powerful presence. Simply put, when that person leaves, it creates needs and wants to be in the presence of that individual for more. This is due to connection and bonding that make people want to be together. Such endearment to a person is a cause of the good feeling and sense of having a good time explained earlier. To be in the present moment with a good companion creates effect of presence long after that person is gone. To top it off, a good companion is another word for a good friend. It is a person packed with desirable qualities that fit our unique description of best friend. Deep understanding and considerable similarities between personalities are both foundation of rewarding friendship where happiness flourishes. In short, it makes a good companion good.
I was born on this day years ago. Mother said she heard my first cry when a new day was about to come. Passages of time have brought me where I am today and made me who I am. I will continue to write chapters of my life. I should already know that I am one of my kind on this world and should celebrate my existence on this dwelling place until the end of my day. I read it somewhere "You live your life only once on this world and on the course of that life, you should adore the skin you are in". Whatever it is that we do, we must always know that we have choices and we have choices to do what is right (Spiderman 3). Happy Birthday to those who share this day with me.
What is a 10 cent worth? I learned a valuable lesson to appreciate more of little things in life. Reason being, it can be so worthy that it can mean the world. I went to a night market after school to buy ‘kuih bulan’ (a kind of pancake with sweeten peanuts as its filling) because my dad asked me to. This market was my favourite place to go to break the day routine. Sort of a therapeutic effect it gave me. I went to one of the kuih bulan stalls and placed my order. Just when I took out and opened my wallet to pay, I heard sound of a coin falling and I quickly looked down to see if it was mine. Suddenly, I saw it rolled and stopped not far from where I was standing. Thinking it was just a 10 cent, I quickly considered it to be charity for whoever might find it. I noticed there was a guy who saw the fateful coin too as he was passing by behind me. A guy in his early 20`s wearing black t-shirt and white knee length short. I was sure he must have realized the 10 cent was mine. Judging from his appearance, I thought he was a typical ignorant kid nowadays who spent time loitering with other latchkey kids. I said to myself, “hmm, let’s see if he picked up that 10 cent”. I was excited that he would definitely fail this honesty test. I presupposed that he took the 10 cent and he felt happy for it. I imagined myself in a thriller movie scene when there was deafening thunder on a stormy night. Flashes of lightning across the sky created flickering shadow of a scientist (that’s me) standing in front of a big glass window and he was sinisterly laughing. I was about to celebrate my triumph of this pseudo psychological test when all of a sudden, there was a voice saying, “I believe this is yours”. I was stricken by a gesture of the same guy handing me that 10 cent. I was hesitant to say thank you because I was dumbfounded and at the same time, I was succumbed into a pang of guilt for having a bad thought on him. Nonetheless, I put a grateful face and smiled away. I drove home that night thinking and asking myself what was a 10 cent worth? If I had RM999 999. 90, a 10 cent would make me a millionaire. Also, I have learned there were people with hearts of gold out there. I would not be able to see them if I clouded my mind’s eye with hasty generalization. Thank you for reading. (I almost lost my 10 cent in the making of the photograph swept by wave coming ashore)
Morning is beginning of a day when blessings of life are showered upon us so that we can continue taking our provisions until the appointed time. Moment of the day, I really love the most. I can see birds flying across the sky. I can listen to birds singing on trees. I can feel the lights of the rising sun. I can feel the morning breeze. The greenery around has never failed to fascinate me. A scene that I once described to a friend, I said, “From where I live, I can see hills, mountain, birds, green open field and rising sun”. He replied, “Where is that? Heaven?”
This is recount on how a dry and lack of excitement family outing turned into once in a lifetime experience. It was an ordinary Saturday when I was awakened by mother’s deafening voice calling me to get up for a family outing. As always, I didn’t spring out of bed in the name of excitement because this activity would mean me sitting at the back of the car like some underage child, throwing my gaze out of the window and lamenting how long would it take to reach the destination. “I am too old for this”, I thought. “Where to?” I lazily shouted back. “Fruit orchard!” she replied. All of a sudden, a feeling of joy surged throughout my body and it energized my hardly awakened self into a state of tumultuous excitement and I leaped out of bed yelling, “Yay!”. Well, no! I wished it would be that fun. That scene only happened in movies. I dragged myself out of the room and started morning routine as it was. It was 9.00 am in the morning when the fruit orchard adventure started. The orchard was owned by my father’s friend located at Kg. Tuguson. His name was Santi a retired teacher and when I got to know him, he unbelievably represented Sabah 8 times for marathon. That explained his young biological age in spite of his real being. His health was in tip top condition. When we arrived at his house we had to regroup because road to the orchard was a little bit like camel trophy off road challenge. Our ambitious viva ( A Malaysian brand car) would miserably fail the assignment. My sister and I got a chance to ride in his car (the orchard owner) and he informed us about all the orchards that he had along the way. I summed up he had at least 200 acres of land and 12 orchards altogether ranging from fruits and rubber trees. This man was seriously wealthy. He also had 10 children. All were now working except the youngest who had just graduated. My jaw dropped in utmost amazement. It was a hilly terrain with rambutan and durian trees caught by my sight every now and then. Finally, we arrived at the destination with all new sorts of feeling. This was when the real fun begun. I didn’t have to comment on types of fruit trees there because it was almost like fruit haven with array of fruit trees everywhere. He had a ‘sulap’ (small house) where we were given prelude of eating fruit episode as a starter. He had collected some ‘ralit’ (a kind of durian) and ‘timadang’ or ‘tarap’ (infamous local fruit with soft juicy white flesh) to entertain us. My sister and I were not really fans of the durian so we resorted for some photo shots and video taking. Now it was time for a rambutan picking event. He invited us to go to the rambutan trees near paddy field and picked as much as we can for free. I looked around and suddenly I said, “Perfect!”. I saw a ‘wakig’ or ‘barait’ (a kind of basket to be carried on a back). I was so excited and I brought my sister into it. It was not because we could hardly wait to fill it in with fruits but we were busily taking picture instead. We never felt that excited to see a real ‘wakig’ before. It was an utter enjoyment. We did fill the ‘wakig’ with fruits of course. All of us went to the rambutan trees and started picking rambutan like there was no tomorrow. The ‘wakig’ was on my back while my bro and sis filling it with the juicy fruits but not until when it was too heavy then I put it on the ground and continue gulping more and more rambutan. Everyone had a whale of a time picking fruits. Now it was all done. The ‘wakig’ was full and it was time to head home. To carry the now full and heavy ‘wakig’ all the way to the car was challenging but fun. The orchard owner was so generous that he gave us mangosteen, ‘langsat’ and ‘tarap’ in addition to the ‘rambutan’. On the way back to his house, it was still the same story of orchards that he owned and successful children that he had. As for us, we were too tired to drop our jaws anymore. But, this man was truly inspiring on how he planned things perfectly and it turned out well for him. Did I mention that he lived in a 3 story house and had 13 grandchilden in the middle of nowhere?(I say this because his house was located far in the inland)That was when we knew that we rode home with a superman. My family ate lunch in town before we went home and we talked about the joyful experience over it. At the end of the day, the whole experience was like a supposedly boring family outing turned to be a total home stay-like vacation extravaganza (with ‘wakig’ and all) where I got to really live it up to the fullest and to really take any chances to make it all the more happier. Until next time.
We strolled along the street to see several shops selling souveniers such as miniatures, crystals and clothes. Soon, the time had come for us to move on to next destination;Penang Hill. While waiting at a bus stop, my imagination ran wild as always. I felt like, it was a scene taken from a movie of which 3 multiracial people with common interests enjoying each other’s company visiting places. The stars were Christy, known as ‘the brain’, a poised and cultured lady, Second, Jen, known as ‘the charmer’, a bubbly person that illuminated the world with life and third, me, known as ‘the dangerous mind’ a quiet person with lots of surprises. I called it "the league of extraordinary people". On second thought, we changed the plan to go by taxi instead since it took forever for the bus to arrive. The moment we walked towards the taxi booth suddenly, a glaring red coloured bus that supposed to take us to Penang Hill ignorantly passed us by. Sigh! A 30 minutes taxi ride was another fun experience for me. I thought the “pakcik” driver was a typical late adult man who disinterested in talking much while driving. To my surprise, he turned out to be seriously talkative. However, he conversed in a language that I was not able to decipher. Thus, Christy, the brain, became our interlocutor for the whole conversation ranging from politics to social science. Jen, the charmer, was asleep along the way and I, the dangerous mind, patiently sat next to the driver and was as curious as a cat to the conversation. We arrived at the train station at a right time. Here came another interesting point. Christy asked an officer at the ticket counter if there was another mean of going down the Penang hill other than the train and the officer deliberately replied, “Yes, you can walk all the way down”. I was almost jumped out of my skin. It was a very interesting speech event. I should have recorded it and studied some underlying rules governing that discourse. I understood walking down was the most logical answer that he could offer us but knowing the fact that walking downhill from 700 meters up with inappropriate gear and lacked of readiness, it didn’t sound like a good idea. Next, it was time for a historical cruise up the hill. There were limited seats in the ages-old train. I almost got a space to sit but since Christy insisted to stand, I could not afford to sit down degrading myself (this has something to do with value system). Thus, I thought it was the right decision to stand. It felt more authentic and spontaneous by the way. How I wish the officer who controlled the train would greet us trough the intercom (if there was any)and told us current cruising speed of the train because it terribly moved at a walking pace. Perhaps, the officer at the ticket counter was right. Not only it was possible to go downhill by walking but going upwards could also be done by walking. Why? It would be much faster! I could imagine myself getting down from the train and cynically told Jen and Christy that I would meet them in the next station. All I could see were some fake dinosaurs and durian trees. I started to look for an interesting point of this train riding experience. Perhaps, sometimes going slow was pertinent to enjoy life more. We should take momentous stop in this fast pacing world to look at flowers to bloom and the sun to shine. To be continued….
My life lane has brought me to the path where I wanted to be a philosophical thinker. I believe trough contemplation and meditation; one can become higher than the self. I never realized books that I read a long time ago written by second to none James Allen had given me consistent impact over the years. It has flourished deep in my mind and set a ground on how I view the world. Like a very thoughtful and value laden idea that I came across yesterday, “I close my eyes to see the world”.
A merciful glow, it seems Brings joy to the living A moment of gold; Shines every passionate morning Life radiates through it, Then, the whole world awakens. It forever burns Till tomorrow comes
I felt thoroughly rejuvenated in the next morning after a profound sleep. The feeling was like waking up in my grandmother’s house far in the southern part of Sabah. It is quiet and peaceful village with close-knit community. The schedule for the day was to visit Batu Feringghi, Penang Hill and Kek Lok Si temple. Life is not a dress rehearsal. so, I could hardly wait to embark on this journey and lived every second to the fullest. As I was so into living a tale suddenly the fiery imagination was reset to hard reality. Once again, I had close encounter with my long feud of this particular human technological invention, a toaster. It was during breakfast time that we were served with tea and bread and I was expected to use that mean machine. It was not that I was deeply rooted with primitive cave men way of living that I dreaded it, but I did not grow up with a toaster for heaven sake. So, people, it was not my fault. The flat prying pan that mum used at home was my all time favourite to toast slices of bread. It didn’t require any complex skill. You lit the fire and Ureka! The bread was toasted (flashback ends). I was bombarded with flashes of imagination that the bread I was trying to toast happened to over-toast and suddenly fire burst out and it triggered the fire alarm. To make it more dramatic, the poor over-toasted bread was involuntarily ejected and sprang out from the toaster and hit the ceiling. It came down and landed comfortably on one of the foreigners' heads (Ha! Ha!). The best solution that I could think of at that time was to kindly ask Jen to do the job to diminish possibility of me embarrassing myself. Jen and I sat on the next table where Christie was having her moment reading a romance novel which was her cup of tea. It was a fun breakfast. We had some Kodak moment before we left the guest house that morning. We started to locate the right place to take a bus and waited. When the bus finally arrived, I was so thrilled that it (the bus) was so going to be the next subject for me to contemplate upon. The bus was a vintage. It was obvious that it had endured time and lasted until the present moment. It had witnessed the ever changing of the Penang city development. It never failed to bring charms to people on every street. As a favourite mode of transportation, it continued to move people physically and psychologically. I thoroughly enjoyed the bus ride when it gave out this rattling sound and it vibrated on uneven road. I came up with this idea of composing a new jingle for the next festive season; rattle-all-the-way! I was curious on how Batu Feringghi looked like. Was it a real rock that was named after Mr. Feringghi? The bus stopped at some shop houses. Drizzles ran down our cheeks the moment we got down from the bus. We took shelter and walked around to look for a mobile phone shop. Ned’s phone was dying that it needed a charger. But it was early in the morning that all the shops were hardly awakened. So, we resorted to shop for some bathing suits for Christie. While Christie was busy browsing, Ned and I sat on seats provided at a juice corner. I ordered tomato juice while enjoying myself as a part of the morning life in Mr. Feringghi rock! The rain drops kept on falling. To be continued….
I have given it a thought of becoming a serious writer. After revisiting my childhood, I learn that I was conditioned to not having confidence in myself. Alas, a dire need of expressing myself trough writing could not escape from succumbing into those negative thoughts for years. My mind had become a catacomb of dreams and wishes. There were too much to be said but they were subconsciously suppressed by fears and what came out was nothing but only sounds of silence. However, a renewed spirit has sparked and I am ready to take my first flight into the world of written thoughts and feelings. A friend did that to me, recently. A spontaneous compliment on my piece of writing has gone a long way fabricating deeper into my soul and it has breathed new glimpse of hope and opened a doorway of awakening. I remember, I wrote a short paragraph when I was in university and my lecturer gave me credit on my style of writing (she warned me of grammar mistakes though ^^). In addition, reading the same paragraphs, my friends said it was superb. I was flattered and conspicuously delved into thinking perhaps I had the talent to write. At the same time, I heartlessly doubted myself as always. I wrote a short paragraph entitled “Best friend is an angel in disguise”. I can not recall the whole ideas in that writing since it has long gone but it had something that says, "you can call him trustworthy, if you can disclose yourself to him and it remains untold”. The article showcased my long standing dream of finding such exact description of a friend in real life. It was a result of thoughtful imagery of friend drawing from experiences that I have had. I always believe this kind of friend is out there somewhere. Having said that, a saying goes “to err is human”. Making mistakes is what makes human, human. I chose the word angel as a metaphor to denote traits of a friend who consciously possesses such desirable qualities as an extract of pure deliberation of his mind. But this friend and I can never accomplish such perfection of an angel and it is unfair for me to put such impossible touch of great expectation. What I was trying to say, a good friend is a good friend despite of weaknesses that define the whole meaning of being human. My conscience is clear. I have learnt that it is not about finding the right person but how we, ourselves can become the right person to other people at the first place. Other than that, I realized writing has been a dear friend of mine in good or bad times. I continuously pen down my heart talks on every page even it (writing) can never humanly say anything back to me. It accepts me as I am and unconditionally preserves everything about me for years to come. Somehow, it keeps me alive. I can see myself comfortably writing now. A thank you goes out to YOU wherever you are.
We cruised our way to Queensbay in the late afternoon. Jen and I sat at backseat enjoying scenes of Penang in dim light. High rise apartments scattered along the road caught my attention and triggered my thought. I ended up counting which apartments had most floors, not that I never saw any sky scraper before but I was awed to see how people could reside in such far-from-ground environment. A prince of soil like me, so called, preferred to stay on the ground in cottage style house with visually appealing garden to live happily ever after. You could imagine Australian aborigines how they have had lived for thousands years and how they were connected to spirits of the earth and to sing with all voices of mountains or Heidi who sleepwalked to see blooming daffodils and to feel the sun throwing her light on sunburnt grass (I love reading storybooks). That is how life is beautiful according to me. Apparently, I could not survive in stone jungle like those sky high apartments. The shopping mall that we went to, reminded me of the one I visited in Tebrau City, Johor Bahru. It was not this shopping mall that fascinated me but, it was the people whom I spent time with that made this outing rewarding. Just like going for a movie, it is an event (with emphasis) that makes the whole experience of watching the movie enjoyable. A room full of people, who screamed, fumbled, confused, laughed and other sorts of human interjections justified the fun of being in a movie theater. With a pair of ‘selipar Jepun’, I walked into the mall liberated with rights of being a tourist and feasted my eyes on an ocean of things on display. Everything looked neat and bright. Jen and I parted our way with Christie and Ain so that they could enjoy their therapeutic shopping moment without having two guys tagging along who naturally wished shopping could be done in matter of seconds! We ended up being in a food department. Being in a detox program I was honed to choose healthy food and I started off with celery mixed with fruits juice. Next, Ned and I bought some sushi and later all of us took dinner in Nando’s. I ordered a plate of green and a bowl of salad topped with some Italian sauce. It was sumptuous! We had a nice dinner. Ain changed her mind of taking home piece of chicken that she was eating frightened by an urban legend foretold by me. A renowned spirit; lurking in darkness craving for meat that drivers brought with them when suddenly car engines purred into silence not until the meat was removed to appease the famish non-human entity (Ha! Ha!). We bid goodbye to Ain after sending us to Old Penang Guest house. She drove back to Kedah to be with her family and I watched her until she disappeared in the distance. At this leg of the journey, our real vacation had just started. I retired that night with thoughts in my head. Ned was fast asleep when suddenly rain poured heavily. I conclude, life is great when you spend time with people that will make it even greater! Good night everyone!
Old Penang Guest House was the place where time had stopped and brought us as far back to the era where British personnel was walking down the street. It had a classical touch into it; a two storey building that is now fully operating as a guest house. I was completely overwhelmed with architectural design of this building. Not to exaggerate, it was not like a Colosseum (that kind of grand historical masterpiece) or a Tudor house (my specific inclination to French traditional house) but to be in a place where you could just stand and absorb the thoughts and feelings to be in a present moment was a total tranquility. This guest house had a similitude of local and western work of art. Nestled in a multicultural neigbourhood with predominantly Chinese culture filling the atmosphere, I could witness Western architectural ambiance at every corner. Upon entering the guest house, we were greeted by ages old fading tiles on the floor with attractive pattern on it. Some of it had seen its better days creating admirable rustic effect. There was an arch that led us to another section of the guest house of which we could see a few breakfast tables were nicely arranged. Also, there was a wooden stair led to upstairs for more rooms on the right where Jen and I were going to be roommates during our stay. What had really drawn my attention was the natural lighting that came from the ceiling. There was a little square uncovered rooftop that allowed a generous sunlight to illuminate the entire café area. I could imagine myself reading a nice novel for a whole lazy afternoon looking out the street and drinking fruit juice and enjoy every bit of the experience. But, apparently, I was not into novel so I would replace it with some books on world history or theology that should evoke my perspective about the world. It seemed to me that reading these kinds of material made me feel alive encapsulated with life energy stirring within. I really should stop talking about books now. The room was decently furnished with wooden floor and green wash on the wall. I could almost feel homey feeling. Outside the room, there was a hallway leading to a window at one end. I remember, I stood there on a cloudy day trying to comprehend historical essence by looking at nearby buildings on how was the place looked like when it was first built, who were the people living across the street or who was the very same person who used to stand here watching the day as the time went by as what I was doing. I sank in my own thoughts and entertained myself with array of nostalgic moments. I let myself being intertwined with the present moment without allowing myself to be pastist or futurist. This is what I call as being passionate about life. After freshening up, Ain, another good friend of mine of which I would describe her as a person with exquisite beauty with substance, drove us to one of the exciting hypermalls in Queensbay, Penang. To be continued….
I have been trying to be passionate about life even most of the time I have failed to do so. But looking back, there were just so many things to be grateful about. I may have missed so many things in life but I am glad I am still breathing to continue seeing what life has in store for me and to be able to share it with other people makes the whole life journey all the more meaningful. And here I am going to share a piece of memory that will hold fun for years and it has taught me profound meaning of friendship.
I spent 4 days vacation with 2 of my new friends; Ned and Christie. I barely knew them but at the end of the journey, my friend and I knew each other better in person of which we were distanced because of prejudice or preconceived belief beforehand (at least I’m talking about myself). I believe, naturally, human is afraid of unknown until they have really grasped understanding of the unfamiliarity then only they are in control of situation. It was an unplanned vacation but, it happened to be the best vacation of all. Some questions popped up in my mind, was it because of the places that we went that made the time spent worthwhile? Or was it because of the people in it that had caused all the ecstatic feelings? Or was it the combination of the two. The journey began with 2 hours of road trip to the northern state of Penang. I was euphoric to see the mega structure ofPenang bridge for the first time. To witness what was previously seen on tv was indescribable. It may sound a little bit childish but that is how I express my passion towards life. Furthermore, the idea of being old and boring does not appeal to me. I managed to preserve the moments by taking some videos. After filling the car tank at petrol station, we had pleasure of being taken into anonymity of the Penang city only to realize we were practically lost! To make matter worst, the map that we used did not do much justice. However, a kind middle-aged Indian parking attendant saved the day by showing us the way to the correct street where we finally discovered an old charm of the past called “Old Penang Guest House”. To be continued….
