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Quick digression: Happy Malaysia Day, everyone!
Today marks 50 years of the birth of Malaysia, which, contrary to popular belief, isn't on the 31st of August.
That is Tanah Melayu's Independence Day.
Hopefully we can take the time to appreciate all that we have and also be thankful for all the bad that we don't have here in Malaysia.
Anyway, today I visited my grandparents in Pontian.
They live in a modest single-house, right next to a mosque.
The walls are hybrid of old wood, brick and some partitions are made up of those papery, thin wood (whatever it's called).
They don't do much.
Granddad's always on the Discovery channel and grandma keeps herself busy watching Indonesian dramas all day.
They like the occasional outing, and when all the relatives come back for Raya, the house is magnificently lively, something liken to the palace of Gatsby on weekends.
Typical "kampungs" (literally "village") have greenery, some sort of animal prying around and the sense of being far away from any hustle and bustle of the city.
The air is cleaner, albeit a bit stained with the stench of cat poo, and the nights are particularly darker.
The house isn't so typical, however.
Air-conditioning in some rooms, high-definition cable channels and I recall dial-up connection back in the early 2000s.
Oh, dear.
I find myself straying way too far from what I actually want to share.
Let's just cut to the chase:
Here, the wall that greets you right as you enter the 67th house on God knows what street.
Hung on this wall are the "Kodak moments" (as my dad calls them) of my aunts and uncles and my mom receiving their certificates during graduation.
There's also a framed photo of my grandparents receiving the Best Parents award of some kind.
They are particularly proud of that one.
As much as pride is the main motive of the wall, it is also a motivation for the next generation, my generation, to walk in the same footsteps of our predecessors.
And from what I see, we're all really doing exactly that.
Maybe in my parents' house, there will be a wall specifically for this, as well.
And I'll be the first to hang my graduation photo from UTM in two years.
InsyaAllah.
Quick digression: Happy Malaysia Day, everyone!
Today marks 50 years of the birth of Malaysia, which, contrary to popular belief, isn't on the 31st of August.
That is Tanah Melayu's Independence Day.
Hopefully we can take the time to appreciate all that we have and also be thankful for all the bad that we don't have here in Malaysia.
Anyway, today I visited my grandparents in Pontian.
They live in a modest single-house, right next to a mosque.
The walls are hybrid of old wood, brick and some partitions are made up of those papery, thin wood (whatever it's called).
They don't do much.
Granddad's always on the Discovery channel and grandma keeps herself busy watching Indonesian dramas all day.
They like the occasional outing, and when all the relatives come back for Raya, the house is magnificently lively, something liken to the palace of Gatsby on weekends.
Typical "kampungs" (literally "village") have greenery, some sort of animal prying around and the sense of being far away from any hustle and bustle of the city.
The air is cleaner, albeit a bit stained with the stench of cat poo, and the nights are particularly darker.
The house isn't so typical, however.
Air-conditioning in some rooms, high-definition cable channels and I recall dial-up connection back in the early 2000s.
Oh, dear.
I find myself straying way too far from what I actually want to share.
Let's just cut to the chase:
#12 : Wall of fame
Here, the wall that greets you right as you enter the 67th house on God knows what street.
Hung on this wall are the "Kodak moments" (as my dad calls them) of my aunts and uncles and my mom receiving their certificates during graduation.
There's also a framed photo of my grandparents receiving the Best Parents award of some kind.
They are particularly proud of that one.
As much as pride is the main motive of the wall, it is also a motivation for the next generation, my generation, to walk in the same footsteps of our predecessors.
And from what I see, we're all really doing exactly that.
Maybe in my parents' house, there will be a wall specifically for this, as well.
And I'll be the first to hang my graduation photo from UTM in two years.
InsyaAllah.
"A piece of history is like a piece of pie, you can't have it anymore but you'll always remember how good it tasted. And if you really want to have more, then you'll just have to make more"
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