Thursday, 23 June 2011

Sitting on newspaper watching free film shows


                                     During the time when there was no television, people went to the cinema to enjoy a film show. But since there was no transport that went into the villages to take passengers, people have other source of show to watch.
                                     We called it Wayang Pacak.Why was it called as such ? because the people from the broadcasting department came and pitch the screen on the field. They used a big generator to generate power. 
                                    Before the show the broadcasting people would come in a van and announced it. At my place it was usually shown at the field just 200 meters away from my house.
                                    As early as 7.30 there was already a large crowd waiting. I was very young then but I could see many girls wearing dresses like they were going to a function..with lipstick as red as the blooming hibiscus.Now I know why.Maybe it was the best time to hook a guy..he he..
                                     My mum would bring a mat made of Malaysian pine (mengkuang ) and we would sit down comfortably to watch the film.Normally the show would begin with documentaries showing government projects or latest programs before the real show begun.
                                     A few business minded people would take the opportunity to sell chick peas, or dried squids (grilled and eat it with sauce). Yummy...
                                     At one corner there was this balloon man selling balloons.You can hear children crying.Mothers were concentrating on the film while the children were nagging to buy the balloons...ha ha a truly genuine sight to see...












Monday, 20 June 2011

Sharp horns on the loose....! !

           
                        I was on my way home after my quran class. I was 10 years old then. I was living in the village near my grandmother's house then before we moved to a place along the streets of Telok Kacang , about 3/4 kilometer from Kangar.

                        It was around 5pm . No one was in sight .I was walking fast.One thing I was afraid of the bushes.I got the idea there were snakes in the bushes.My mum always told me frightening stories so that I would always stay at home and read my books..
                
                        When I came to the small lane leading to my house I saw something big in the middle of the road. A big black buffalo was grazing there.

                        At the beginning  I was not scared at all. Then suddenly I saw the rope tying the buffalo was lying loosely on the road. The animal was on the loose !

                         Then suddenly the animal looked up and saw me.Our eyes met.I stepped backwards slowly.He looked at me.....
                 
                       Then he moved forward slowly at first, then getting faster and faster.In my mind i was thinking hard.What to do, what to do..I looked at his feet.They were moving fast now!
                        
                          I turned and ran for dear life, yelling " mak mak kerbau !"
The next day the story spread like the wind. My friends were talking about it.Then suddenly a boy (my classmate) said he would register my name for the next sports day in the 100 meter event.


                         Then he laughed his heart out and told his side of the story.He was there all along  to witness me running like a lunatic....I didnt know whether I would laugh with them or throw my slippers on his face......


PS. The buffalo below has nothing to do with my story.The picture looked so familiar , so I put it here just  to  have some life in the story...he he..

Saturday, 18 June 2011

capitol oh capitol


               Empire cinema as I told you earlier was one of the oldest cinema in Perlis. Normally showed old films usually black and white.Sometimes cowboy fighting the red Indians. I hate to watch this because the men liked to shout and shriek loud enough to blow your ear drums every time the hero did not realize the presence of a red Indian behind him ready to snap his arrow..
               They would shout" belakang ! belakang ! as if the hero could hear them..And then when the hero turned at the nick of the time, and shot dead the Indian, they would clap their hands as if they saw money flying down from the sky.
                Then Capitol cinema was built , Indonesian films started to flow in like rain. P.Ramlee films went down into the drains.Teenagers saved their pocket money just to see Rahmet Raharjo , Christine Hakim  or Emillia Contessa. 
                  I have my sweet moments too at Capitol watching a Chinese film with my sweetheart..he he
                
P.S. Now after 33 years Capitol cinema became UNIMAP....But I still see it everyday..with my heart sinking to the bottom








Friday, 17 June 2011

Sedapnya..ice kepal..



                                             Nowadays children love ice creams.Real creamy, top 
                                   up with chocolate or other flavours. Long ago during my time 
                                   we had 'ais kepal'. Ice was grated and compressed into a
                                   handful size. 
                  
                                               Syrup with red colouring was poured onto it.
                                   you have to hold it in your palm and just enjoy the sweet
                                 cold juice till there was no syrup left only the grated ice.
                                
                                           .Still we would finished the ice  hmmmmmmmmm          
                                   in no time.Small stalls were usually found along the way to
                                   school selling this.Around noon the mak chik selling the ice
                                   kepal was always busy.It was only sold for 5 cent  ! !


  

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Precious Little Sara

                                                                 New born Sara

                                     Born on 30th April.2010. Named Sara Zulaikha. My precious
                                grand daughter  was born in a private hospital in KL.She is fully
                                breastfed by her mother, just like what I did .
                        
                                     The news of her birth was an excitement beyond words. I have
                                 longed for that moment long enough.Holding her in my arm was
                                 heaven Looking at her face was the best thing to do.I guess all
                                 grandmothers feel the same way.
                              

                                     I took care of mother and baby at my house here                   
                                  for 52 days during confinement period. Suddenly it was time
                                  they went home in KL.
                                  Since then going to KL is a compulsory job just to visit the
                                  little angel.
                            


                                                            3 months old Sara

                                                             outing with mama and abah

                                                                     green suits her


                                                                     sweet smile..
                                                        


                                                 Grinning from ear to ear..

                                                   Mama where are you...


                                             Fresh morning walks at Tasik Titi Wangsa



                                                   With abah at kenduri kawin

                                   With the proud grandma. I hope she will grow into a fine young
                                   woman who always remembers the good values in  life.


                                                      



The wedding of my daughter (Famila and Kay)

                      To organize a wedding was a tough job.In spite of having no experience at all, we were ready to take the challenge.
                      Finished with the marriage course( get certificate), registration, HIV test, and other documents,permission from Majlis Agama Islam Perlis and Penolong Daftar Nikah....done.
                      Then wedding tents, wedding dresses, makeup artist, invitation cards, pelamin, bilik pengantin, food catering, door gifts, photographer, DJ, PA system and also a homestay for the guests from my inlaws side..so many things to cater for.
                      Not to forget the hantaran,(wedding gifts for the bridegroom).Within 3 months all were planned. I sewed the gifts (hand sewn) for special guests.(about 150 pouches ,like a small bag made of satin material where I sewed beautiful embroideries on it). Added in the goody bag were also a purse,candies and sweets.
                      We hired a very talented and professional man to create the pelamin and the platform for the akad nikah.(wedding vows ceremony) He works at Putra Palace..the hotel near my house.he did a tremendous job.We were very pleased .
                       The day came.It was a wonderful experience. The akad nikah went well. My daughter was proclaimed a wife ....time flew fast...relieved...
                      

                                                The akad nikah (marriage vows ) conducted by the
                                                father of the bride himself.



                              The imam read the taklik( rules and responsibility being  husband
                              and wife according to the muslim law) after the akad nikah
                              was over.
                               


         
                                          The bridegroom may now kiss the bride.he he..



                                   Both dressed in white sitting on the platform (also white.) 
                                   Both were wearing clothes from a boutique in KL
                                 .(My daughter,s choice).While family members (our side)
                                   wore the same colour theme too.
  



                                    After the akad nikah.Both parents posed to the photographer....




                                                Famila with the hantaran in the trays I made myself.




                                                                       THE WEDDING DAY

                                           The pelamin.The planner used all fresh flowers booked
                                           from Cameron  Highlands.Roses.My favourites.



                                                          Famila radiant on her big day..


                                   Guests sprinkled rose water and beras kunyit to the palms 
                                   of the newlyweds as blessings.The DJ was seen in the dark
                                   blue shirt.
                                   


                                   The grand meal, where the couple ate with the new inlaws
                                    and close relatives.


                                                   The newlyweds took photo shots outside


                                                     This photo was taken at the reception in KL. 
                                              The photo turned out so nice, we had the best make-
                                                up artist who knows how to sharpen here or
                                               thicken there.
                                               professional in her work.and very efficient...
                                              ..My Famila looked flawless and gorgious..
                                               



                                            The best thing after a marriage.H o n e y m o o n...                   
                                       ...It is so good to be married to the man you loved.....
                                             .

cucumber from the garden with home made sauce..yummy




       


                 People in my village always spent some time growing vegetables .My father was no exception .He had this small plot of land ( very small indeed ) which he planted only chillies and cucumbers.
                Around 5 or 6 in the evening we (including mum and my brother ) would be in our small garden. I would help to pull the weeds or water the plants.There was no watering cans then.Instead I used pails to do the job.When the cucumber was ready to pluck we would collect them into small basins.A few would be given to neighbors.
                But one thing I will never forget was how I ate the cucumbers.There was no chilli sauce then.So my grandma would pluck some fresh chillies, pounded with garlic, mix with some sugar and a pinch of salt, mix all together.There you are , the best original chilli sauce ever.
                I would cut the cucumber into long slices, spread the sauce on it, and enjoy my own rojak, right there among the cucumber leaves....so crunchy, so fresh , so finger-licking good...

Saturday, 11 June 2011

I Let my ayah's pet bird go free..



                             One day when I was in year five my father brought home a merbuk (peaceful dove).My two brothers were excited about it.He put it in a small cage and hanged it by the kitchen window.
                              He fed the bird with small paddy grains ( specially for birds ).Every morning before going to work , he would snap his fingers near the cage and went 'kru,kru,kru' .I just looked at him.He looked happy. He loved the bird.Saw him stroking it's feathers...
                              Two months passed by.One afternoon after school I saw the bird restlessly moving about in the cage.No kru,kru sound anymore.I found out there was no more seeds left in the bowl.The bird was hungry.I put some rice .The bird paid no attention to it.I ran to the paddy field and searched for left over paddy seeds.Took home.The bird did not touched them.
                              When father came home I told him about it and urged him to buy the seeds.On the third day there was still no seeds in the bowl. ..I could not stand it any longer.
                              I opened the door of the cage and let the bird out.For a few minutes it just stayed there .I put my hand inside , held it in my hands and let it fly.
                              It was nearly 3 pm, My father would come home any minute then.I was ready to face him. After his lunch, he stood up to play with the bird.
                              Then I heard, "Maznah,mana burung?"
                              I looked up and said" Cek lepaih.sebab dia tk mkn dah tiga hari.Smua benda dh cuba bagi tapi dia tk mau makan.Pesan ayah banyak kali tk beli jugak.Cek Kesian.Cek lepaih"
                              He did not say a word. Got his towel and out of my sight. My mum was muttering why I let go of the bird.Malas nak explain again, I just kept quiet.
                              The next day during his lunch , I went sit near him and said, "Tak mau dengag cek nyanyi ka? Biaq pi la burung tu pi.kesian dia tak makan."
                             Suddenly he gave in with a smile.(missed his smile for 2 days)..
                             "Ok nyanyi la .Lagi baik dari burung tu na.?"
                              So back like before, father and daughter were back to normal.I sang to him and he ate his lunch.

PS.Sorry ayah for letting the bird go.But I know I have done something anyone would do.Maybe burung tu pun ada ayah yang dia nak kena nyanyi masa makan..... God bless your soul ayah.

Friday, 10 June 2011

Bathed and washed by the roadside...?.



                    A long time ago people dug up wells for water supply.Usually they did it on gotong-royong basis.A well was shared by many in the neighborhood. No bathroom for privacy.Everybody sort of could not be bothered about each other.What you wear while bathing...nobody cares..
 



 


                     Then water came through pipes.A tap was installed by the roadside.The old folks were astonished how clean water travelled through pipes and there it was by the roadside.Everybody was excited.Wells were left untouched.P`1eople flocked to the tap by the roadside.Bathing, washing are all done there.
                     Peak hour was early in the morning and after school in the afternoon.We always went around 3 to 4 in the afternoon, when the place was deserted.
                      Then individual pipes were installed to our houses.Then we had privacy to bathe and did our washing in private, no sharing.That was the time water bills started to come in...! !

Tuesday, 7 June 2011

your wealth was based on the size of the 'Jelapang'

             
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      I used to see long ago mostly at every house there was a 'jelapang'.A small hut which acted as a store to keep the paddy grains. Mostly all the villagers were paddy planters.
        My dad told me if you wanted to check who was the richest man in the village , then look at the size of his 'jelapang'.The bigger the jelapang was, the richer the man.It referred to the amount of paddy stored there.Below is Mr Adnan sitting at one of the jelapang found here in Perlis. Jelapang is not many now  since paddy is no more stored .It is sent to the rice factory as soon as it is harvested...


                                                  Mr Adnan is a reporter here in my place.

lifting a house on shoulders ??

         
 .
      Long ago when people found that their house was not suitable to be in one place, they just moved the house to another .Normally on Friday (where the men would go for their Friday prayers) the Imam would make an announcement if a house was needed to be moved.After the prayer all the men would flocked there.
             Long big bamboo stems were used to act as a lever put under the floor of the house.  A leader was appointed to lead the event.He would shout at every single instruction so that everybody could hear.
             Using their shoulders the men with all their strength would lift up the house slowly to where the leader instructed them .Usually only a short distant from the old plot.
             When the house was safely placed where it should be, the owner would then served food to the men normally 'bubur kacang eaten with bread or cream crackers'. No money was given..The house on the move below looked exactly like my house when I was small.The tall windows...everything looks the same...
              We children would shout with the men every time they shouted.And when bubur kacang was served we were the first one to dip the bread in the bowl...Yummy...yummy.


                                                        Unity is strength...

Ps. Thanks for the photo Mr Adnan Yahaya.


                                                      This is another one.

Monday, 6 June 2011

.Transport ..ugh.ugh !

   .          

      My grandma used to tell me if they need to buy anything in Kangar during her teenage years her mum would prepare herself some rice and ikan kering to take along and eat along the journey.My God ! They walked to Kangar...No transport then.Normally they would stop on the way.Rested, ate, then continue the journey..
                 Then people had bicycles and motorcycles. If you could still remember in my older post I told you how boys crumpled papers into a ball and kicked it all the way home from school..Remember ? Well its because cars were so scarced.You can even treat the roads like a playground.
                 Then came the buses.Old haggard looking buses which passed by our houses everyday.I seldom board any because my old house was only half a kilometer from town.I used to cycle.When we need to go to the cinema we would walk ( angkat rombongan Cik Kiah).laughing and talking , tak sedar dah sampai..panggung Empire....Just have a look at the buses below....We did not have a bus station.Just picked a spacy area.There you are...the buses would assemble there.Go pick your transport guys ! he he



. Face powder...those days

           

               Women like to look beautiful no matter when or where or how. Yesterday's women were the same.
In those days the one sought after face powder was none other than 'bedak nyonya.'
               It was a bar of white hard powder.You only need to spread it gently on your face and working gently
with your fingers...
               My mom for all I know is still using this all her life.And look at her complexion, hardly any freckles on that skin of hers .And there were still shops selling them around Kangar  owned by old shop owners too..I would buy it sometimes to put on my face.Most of the time I would use it to polish my watch...try it, see how your watch shine .I am not kidding ..

A bundle of firewood for 30sen..

          
          As far as cooking was concerned my mum would used firewood .There were people who earned their living selling firewood.They would tie the firewood into small bundles for 30 sen each.My mum would buy many bundles to keep for a rainy day.
           After I finished form five my mum used a better stove to cook using kerosene  like shown below.

                    Cooking became easier and hygenic too.I did not have to blow hard at the firewood just to make the fire bigger.The most important thing the bottom of our pots did not change to dark rusty colour...
Cooking was fun .I learned to cook many traditional Malay dishes like asam pedas or curry, not to forget the lepat pisang or cucor celup...

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eeeeee so dark ! ! ...

  .    

    Long ago when there was no electricity ,everyone would try their best to be at home before dark.At 8 or 9pm it was already quiet.People just stayed at home .Mostly everyone used lamps to lighten their house.
         I remember arguing with my second brother when we had to do our homework, especially when we need to draw maps.We would grab the oil lamp to be right under our nose to define the lines on the map we drew.
        Then we started to be more advanced.People used gas lamp like the picture below.It was brighter than the old lamp, but it was still blur when I wanted to read my story books.My mom used to scold me because during the day I was busy playing 'kawin2' then when it was getting dark then only I would search for my books.
        Electricity got into my village when I was still a young girl.Suddenly it was fun to do anything.Nights turned into daylights. My mum could even do her sewing at night.So bright as if the sun never goes to sleep.I remembered myself and my brother would play with the switch.We switched on and off  on and off , until my grandma chased us with her 'lidi' broom.


A pleasant surprise..met my Dang Raya Rani...

           
            It has been many days .Today I have the chance to update my blog.Yesterday was the best day .God blessed me and answered my prayers.I met Mariyani ! She is the lady I talked about in my blog entitled the same.
               We enjoyed Harum Manis mangoes I brought from home. Its hard to find harum manis in KL.Fortunately it grows well on Perlis's soil.
               She was as cheerful as ever.Lots of fun.And a good story teller as always. Physically not much difference except she wears glasses now.Flawless skin just like the old days. We spent the whole evening chatting.Lots of stories to tell after all the years.It took her quite long to finish telling about her siblings.What a productive father .She has 20 siblings altogether...!        


                                                          Waiting for my friend to appear.


                                            At last after many2 years out of my sight.



                                                     We met again before I left for home

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

Hafez Nasaruddin...

       When I thought of him it is always memories full of fun and humor.He was one of those pupils who attended my English tuition class when he was in year 6.
       He was my neighbor living a few meters away from my house.His parents are very respected people in the neighborhood. His father was an ex Dermarian.( a school where Hafizin was a student too, in the secondary)
       If u want me to be frank , he was quite mischievous as a boy.After tuition class was over he would be the last one to leave the class.He used the time to tease and bully Faten my third girl, two years his junior. They shared a very happy time together anyway.
       And then suddenly he was lost under my very eyes.They have shifted to another place not so far away.For years I only heard about him from his mother during kenduri time or at community gathering in my place.I heard he was doing TESL at UiTM. I was happy because I know then that English language has left a remarkable mark in his heart and he was pursuing his ambition to be somebody in future.
        Suddenly when I was browsing the fb, I came across a familiar face that was not so familiar anymore.Checking it out I got a surprise of my life.That was Hafizin, whom I used to call Fizin. My Fizin have grown up into a fine young man !.I shouted out loud and called Faten, then called my eldest in Kuala Lumpur.They immediately made their friend request in his fb.
         Life is full of challenges.How we handle the challenges is what builds the character.I am glad he is ready for his opportunity when it comes.I am happy for him to have a life of his own and doing things he like.Hopefully he will always remember his teacher Maznah no matter what he would become in future..

                                              http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v4252/213/4/748101741/n748101741_2611064_7710381.jpg?dl=1  

                                                    Hafizin a dashing looking man now...