Hi Ho A merry O a Hill Top We will Go Part 2

Hi there, continuation of my story.

Above are the pictures that I took at the  Boh Tea Plantation. My friend and I went down to the valley to take some pictures , scrambling down happily like little kids pretending that we were in a Hindustan movie, imaginary music playing in our heads.....That was until the tour guide called us to come back up the valley, he was afraid we might slip and get tangle in the tea bushes. You could see the plantation workers plucking the leaves and putting it in a woven bag on their back.

The teas will be processed at the processing area.

Here's the pictures folks:

The grinding

The drying ....

 The seperation and the packing

They have a cool cafe platform that has a fantastic view of the whole plantation acres and acres of land. I finally got to fulfill one of my wish, to drink hot tea and eat scones with cream and jam. It was lovely (hehe turning British) the scones just melt in your mouth , blissful :)

Afterwards went strawberry hunting  at some of the Strawberry Agro Farm there.

On our final night in Cameron, we ate steamboat (sorry didn't take any pictures though)


That's all for now folks.

Hi Ho A merry O a Hill Top We will Go

After a few weeks of planning, postponing, delaying and planning again, I finally set off to Cameron Highland last Thursday with my friend GM. .

(For those who are wondering what's Cameron Highland , you can view the information in this website :

http://www.cameronhighland.net/)

It is located in Pahang about 4 hours drive from Kuala Lumpur. It is a center of attraction not only for tourist but also locals, who would like to get away from hustle and bustle of the city. Disappear in the cold hill top atmosphere surrounded by lucious greeneries, vegetables and tea plantation with enchanted forests. It is  literally 'far from the maddening crowd'.

Hmmmmm back to my story :

23/5/2013 - Thursday .
Started the day by picking up my friend at the office  (I can't believe that she was doing work when I drove in!I really need to get the girl out of HERE!)

I dropped off my car at my apartment and took the express bus to Cameron Highlands at Pudu Raya, Kuala Lumpur(KL). (http://www.backpackingmalaysia.com/things-to-do/puduraya-bus-terminal/kuala-lumpur).

We moved out off KL around 10.20am, the best part was that the bus wasn't full, I could choose any seats I like :) (Although I have to caution you that  we were going on a weekday and it wasn't a school holiday, hence the flexibility, so don't go up to the bus conductor at any other days and say this blogger says I can seat anywhere I like :P)  
We stopped for 20 minutes at Slim River (in Ipoh,) for lunch and stretch our legs a bit. Funny thing was that the rest area didn't look like a rest area. First , it was located in a middle of no where surrounded by rubber trees, second,it looked like a long two storey motel with a food court in ground floor.

We didn't follow the highway route to Camerons, we followed the village road. We passed villages, rubber trees , forest, I could give more details but I believe I would bore you to sleep. Plus I was half drifting off myself. All I remembered were the endless bend when we ascend up the hill. . Wide bends, small bends, tight bends ...no bends (trust me if your sensitive and get quizzy easily buy pepermints or hacks sweets to reduce the nausea)

But if you love nature then here are some of the scenes that you can see :

We reached the top around 2.30pm. The tour company that we booked our holiday package , TJ NUr Travel was located in a small town called Tanah Rata. ( I know, I kmow , your saying , geez your staying in Malaysia and you still need a tour guide?!But in my defense, the following day would be the school holidays (jam, jam and more jam!) so I had to think fast and grab anything that came our way)

View of our lodge. Not bad I would say.....

 

After unloading our bags in our room , we set out, all geared up to do some activity since we missed the 2pm sight seeing group.

 

Tanah Rata

 

 

1km from our lodging  there was a garden and also MARDI ( a research center agriculture and plants) where there are  not only flowers but also  agro vegetables, cactus and even rabbit.

 

 

 

We wandered around the Tanah Rata. We were contemplating whether to go to the other town known as Brinchang where it is popular for it's night market.

 

 

 

We asked for direction from a fedex guy (confident that we won't get it wrong) He mention that it will be 20 minutes from Tanah Rata . Easy Peesy......but what he failed to tell us ...Was whether it was 20 minutes walk or 20 minutes drive from where we were.

 

It was already 7.30pm when we set out to go to Brinchang. Walking out of  Tanah Rata, into windy roads, we walked and walked,.......There were trees on our left and right, it was getting darker and fewer street light. The mist was setting up behind us. We walked for more than 20 minutes when we saw a stone that marked Brinchang 4 km. WHAT! another 4km. That is not 20 minutes, fumed GM. We finally stopped walking and looked at each other.

 

"What are we going to do now?" asked GM. We looked in front, windy street roads leading into the darkness. We looked behind us, mist was getting thicker and we could hear a dog howling repeatedly.

 

Totally a scene from a horror film.

 

 Both GM and myself decided to head back. Funny thing was when we started walking back the dog stopped howling. I guess it was trying to warn us that it wasn't safe for two ladies to walk that road at night. Anyway there was too few cars on the road.

 

Reached the lodge and took a bath. Poor me, the warm water took its on sweet time to reach the pipe, that I had to take a bath in cold water.....BRRRRRRRRRR..........

 

 

The next day, we followed our tour guide to Mnt Brinchang, Mossy forest and Boh Tea Plantation.

 

From look-out tower

 

 

 

 

We rode on a 4x4 (4 wheel drive) up to Mnt Brinchang (6,666 ft) where I took these pictures on a look- out tower on top of Mnt Brinchang.

 

Next would be Mossy Forest, I love this forest, there's something magical about the trees blanketed by moss. It give an out of the world, Narnia feel to it. We learned how we can get water from moss, and bamboo shoots. We hiked up vines, tree trunks, firest class panaromic view of the forest. I really cannot explain how much I loved this forest.

 

 

Show the moist on the tree.

 

Moss growing on the branch.

 

Monkey trap :)

 

Beautiful isn't it ?

 

Breath taking view.

 

 

I have to go to bed now, I'll continue Part 2 of the story tomorrow. .....

 

Nite nite.....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





 

Soul Asylum

Did this story a looooooooooooongggggg time ago. So just decided to put the first chapter in.

There will be a story on my trip to Cameron Highland soon.

Chapter 1

 

 

The train heading towards Seremban was late.

 

Sharifah looked at her watch, 10.00 o’clock . She bit  her lips. There were fewer  people on the platform. The Pelabuhan Klang train had passed twice and still there were no sign of  the her train.

 

It was almost 10.15 when the train came into the station. Sharifah  perked up when  she saw it was the  train with the two row seats.  Two row seat means more place to sit and more privacy. Perfect to snuggle and get some shut eye on her one hour and a half trip back to Seremban. Sharifah made her way through the aisle. There was  no one in her carriage except for the Malay couples at the back row. They were giggling and holding each other as if  their seats were not big enough to accommodate them both. Sharifah settled down on her seat and hugged her knapsack to keep her warm from the cold temperature in the commuter. Before she knew it she had dozed off…

 

     Sharifah opened her eyes groggily. The train had stopped. What station was it? She looked out of the window and saw that a lot of people had gotten off the train. Still groggy, Sharifah sat straight on her seat. Slowly she stood up and searched for the couple at the back row. They were gone!

 

     ‘Calm down, Sharifah, probably they had gone down on the earlier stop’, Sharifah tried to rationalize. Sharifah could see more people disembarking the train .Her eyes darted to the door. It was closed! Why was her door closed ?Sharifah felt all her blood had drained. Her heart was thumping so hard she felt that she could hear it echoing throughout the carriage. She was rooted to the spot as the dreadful truth crept up to her. She was all alone in the locked train and nobody saw her! She tried to force herself to move and was about to rush towards the door when Sharifah noticed the young man sleeping peacefully behind her. That was when the lights went out…..

 

     “This is bad,”said Sharifah to herself. The young man stirred and woke up. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Sharifah, dazed and confused. He jumped up when the train started to move again. Sharifah shouted and hit at the window trying to get the attention of the passengers remaining on the platform. They were too engrossed on their own activity that they didn’t see the two people inside.

 

The train came to a stop at a gravel track.

 

Sharifah slowly edged away from the strange, big yet, attractively handsome man. The young man was too busy trying to pry the door open to notice this. It was useless!. Without electricity in their carriage, the door was securely locked!  He started beating on the door and shouting as loud as he could ,terrifying Sharifah even more. She was nearly in tears.

 

 Here she was in a dark train with a total stranger, a man; no least and twice her size. Horror images came into her mind, news paper clippings appeared with stories :

GIRL FOUND STIFF IN SEREMBAN!

Nobody saw them…..

anything could happen in the train…….

 

The man lay his head on the glass window pane in frustration. His breath was heavy, fogging the window as he exhaled. He felt her presence near him and he looked at her. His face was half hidden by the dark. She didn’t know what he was thinking and panicked when his body turned towards her.

Sharifah was shaking all over. She was hugging her knapsack, her left hand dig into it trying to find the black pepper spray she kept in the bag. The man walked towards her. Sharifah panicked and stepped a couple meters back , her hand frantically searching for the spray. Where was it? Her finger found something flat and sticky and melting. Sharifah pulled out her hand. She cursed herself, as she had forgotten to eat the half uneaten Cadbury chocolate bar she bought that afternoon. Her hand was smudgy. At least she could smudge the man’s face and blind him with rich chocolate goodness!

 

The man was coming closer and he was breathing heavily. Sharifah yelped and turned 180 degrees and ran. There was a sliding door at the end of the carriage which leads to the other carriage. She tried to pull the door open but her body was shaking badly, pull as she might the door only slid open an inch. Her hands had turned jelly. Sharifah gasped and let go of the door. It closed with a loud THUMP! She could feel her heart thumping harder. She was so scared. She could feel him breathing behind her neck. Sharifah closed her eyes, trying in vain to control her body from shaking.

 

What should she do, what should she do?

 

 Her mind was trying to find a way but her body was frozen with fear. She did what anyone would have done in a dyer situation …..cry!

She cried and sniffle and sob, while still backing the door. The man was startled and stopped in his track. He seemed baffle at first and then he grab both Sharifah’s shoulder, which caused her to cry even louder! MAK!

Sharifah was too busy crying to notice that he had pushed her aside. The man turned his back towards her and tried to pull the door open. Sharifah’s tears subsided and she was starting to have the case of hiccups. The man managed to open the door and held it so that it wouldn’t slide shut. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow as if saying, ‘Are you coming?’ Feeling stupid and still having the case of hiccups she followed the man into the other carriage and rushed to the sliding door at the far end. The door was heavier this time and the man was breathing heavily when he opened the door for her. She passed him as he held the door open and could see his tired face. By the time they reached the other sliding door, the young man could barely open it. He slid down to the floor leaning on the sliding door. He wiped the sweat on his forehead. Sharifah looked at him and looked through the window pane on the door. She could see the driver’s cabin door on the other side of the next carriage; it was open. They were almost there! Sharifah put down her knapsack . SHE was not going to be locked in the train  with a man, no matter whether he was good or bad. Anybody who would find them the next morning would assume that they had slept together in the train. Who cares whether they were innocent or not. People will only say what they what want to say. Sharifah could see the headlines now.

‘UITM STUDENT CAUGHT IN JAINS (Jabatan Agama Islam Negeri Sembilan) RAIDE WITH A MAN IN A DESERTED COMMUTER TRAIN.’

Oh no ! She was not going to let that happen!

 

She pulled the door as hard as she could but it didn’t budge. She tried again, her hand was wet from the sweat she had drawn out from her earlier fright. She pulled with all her strength, leaning her body sideways to the left so that all her body weight was used to pull the door open. Her hand slipped from the door handle and she fell…..on top of the young man. He groaned in pain, Sharifah had fallen on top of his stomach. He looked up at Sharifah, his face twisted in pain. Sharifah tried to get up but was mesmerized by his eyes. Talk about cheesy in a bad situation! That close, she could see that it was hazel brown in color and although his face was twisted in pain,  she could sense that there was sadness in them.

 

The young man groaned again, this time a little louder. Realizing her position, Sharifah struggled to get up. She held out her hand to help the man up but he brushed it away and painfully got to his feet. Feeling foolish, Sharifah brushed her wet hands on her t-shirt and tried again to open the door. The door opened a bit. Sharifah pulled again and suddenly she felt a big hand on top of her left hand and felt a crushing pain as it put force on her small hand as they pulled the door open. Together they managed to pull the sliding door wide open. Sharifah’s hand was throbbing with pain and she looked up at the man to see whether he did it on purpose to get back at her but she didn’t get any expression on his face. He let go of her hand and merely walked passed her to the open cabin door at the other side of the carriage. Sharifah felt a little hurt. Massaging her left hand, she followed solemnly behind him. She stepped into the cabin and saw that the man had already jumped out through the drivers exit door. She couldn’t believe that the arrogant man had just left her ! Sharifah went to the door and looked out. It was a sheer 2 meters drop on the rail track. There were a lot of sharp small rocks below. Sharifah walked to the edge and sat down. She felt that she had a better chance of not injuring herself if she pushed herself off the edge sitting down then standing up!

Sharifah looked down at the track. It seemed so far down. ‘Here goes nothing,’ said Sharifah under her breath and pushed herself off the edge. She fell on her feet but lost her footing and tumbled forward. She would have landed face first on the track if it was not for a pair of hands  that managed to grab both her arms on time. The hands pulled her back and Sharifah turned to see the man smiling arrogantly at her as if saying ‘No, no, no need to thank me.’ Sharifah felt her face go red and would have walked a way until both of them realized that he was still holding on to her arm. The man let go of her arm  and turned his back towards her. He started walking along the railway track, with a sheepish Sharifah trailing behind. The man ignored Sharifah and whistled all the way to the platform.

 

 There were a few people left on the platform and they were eyeing both Sharifah and the young man suspiciously. Sharifah glanced at her watch and saw that it was a quarter to one. Her dad was going to kill her! Sharifah looked at the young man who was far in front of her. What an arrogant person, thought Sharifah. Not once did he look behind to see whether she was alright. Thank goodness they were not going to see each other again!

 

 It was when they had gotten through the ticket slot that the young man called out to her, it wasn’t actually a call, it sounded like a high pitch squeaky sound that school boys used to get a girls attention. Rat call? Sharifah turned to look at him. He was leaning against a pillar with both of his hands in his pants pocket. He gave her a smirk

 

     “Can I have your number?” asked the young man.

     “Huh?” asked Sharifah sleepily. Their whole adventure had worn her down and she was still upset on the hand crushing adventure.

     “Your phone number, ” said the young man. The first thing that came into her head was , why? But  Sharifah searched through her school beg anyway  and managed to find a piece of paper and a pen. She scribbled her number on the piece of paper and handed it to him.

    

     “Thank you,” he said and held out his hand. Sharifah looked at it at first as if not knowing what to do. He gave a warm genuine smile, his hand still stretch in front of him. Sharifah took his hand. His big hand was warm and he squeezed her hand gently. Sharifah looked up at his face. She saw a glint of sadness that she had seen earlier in the train. It seemed so strange to Sharifah. One minute he was being friendly, the next minute his whole demeanor changed, he let go of her hand and put both hands in his pocket. He stepped back, nodded towards her and walked off as if being friendly towards her was a forced courtesy and that it was time to go. Sharifah watched his back a he walked off.

 

“What a strange man,” said Sharifah. She knew that he would never call her, what was the point of asking?

 She was right though…..He never did call…..

 

 

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A young man in a white coat picked up the chart placed at the foot of the patient’s bed. He studied it carefully. On the top of the chart was the patient’s name Rafiq bin Abdul Halim. It also stated his address and I/C number. The patient was only 25 years old. The doctor skimmed though the chart. All of his vital signs were normal; the patient’s blood pressure was down to normal rate, 120/80. When he first entered the hospital his hip bone was shattered, they had to reconstruct an artificial bone and support it with steel pins. The operation had taken about 3 hours. The doctors were unable to know the full result of the surgery with Rafiq still in a coma. They instructed the nurses to massage and exercise the leg every morning by gently bending the leg and slowly push the hip towards the chest, repeatedly. There was nothing else they could do except monitor his progress and make him comfortable. The young doctor frowned. He should have woken up, it had been 6 weeks, and there was no detection of  brain damage or brain hemorrhage.  CT scan didn’t show anything abnormal. The doctor scratched his head and looked at his patient.

 

     “ Why won’t you wake up?”

The Watcher - story

I never talked nor got close to him before but then again he never talked. He just stood there on the divider eying vehicles passing by, peering in the windscreen as if searching for something or someone. He never disturb anyone. He just stood there with his bicycle, with no expression in his eyes, everyday without fail. Sometimes an old man, an old carbon copy of himself would accompany him and on other days he would be by himself.


“Why is that boy standing there, aunty?” I asked my aunty when he came into view. My aunty was driving the car. ‘The boy’ as I called him was wearing a white T-shirt with blue stripes on the sleeves and Bermuda shorts. His hair was cut short and his spectacle was crooked on the left side.

“Don’t point, honey,” said my aunty nervously. She was always nervous whenever she was driving, which was weird since she had 20 years of experience.

“Why?” I asked innocently.

“Because it is rude, that’s why.”

“But aunty, he won’t feel anything. Mommy said that he doesn’t have any feelings and he doesn’t think but I shouldn’t get close to him because he might be dangerous,” I said with me eyes still looking at the boy through the rear view mirror. He was staring at our car. I waved at the mirror and almost expected the boy to wave back, but no, there he stood, motionless except for his head moving back and forth looking at the cars passing by.

“It’s rude.”

“But he’s not right in the head, is he aunty? Mommy says that he is pure, people like him don’t have any sins and have a special place in the sky for them.”

“Even so, you have to respect him and his space. Don’t you go near him, do you understand?” asked aunty sternly. I nodded my head, my ponytail bob up and down in unison.

“Why is he there?” I asked again.

“He’s waiting for his mommy.”

“Is she coming back?” I asked innocently. My aunty sighed, she was tired of my question.

“No honey, she’s ever coming back.”

“Why?” I asked. Aunty didn’t answer me, so I just lay back on my seat and looked again at the rear view mirror. He was already out of our view….


Time passed and through the years, I would still see the boy waiting on the divider with his trusty bicycle at his side. He grew from a teenage boy to a young man and then to an adult, loyally waiting on the divider. His father would accompany him. His father was the one who took care of him, making sure that he took his baths, he wore clean clothes and he had taken his food. I respected the father, to have the heavy responsibility of taking care of such a child when at that age it should be the child taking care of the father. Yet his devotion towards his son was moving as he stood by the son, accompanying him, shielding him from the rain with a worn out umbrella and he did it with compassion. Not a single trace of regret or embarrassment was on his face as some cars would blow their horns at the pair.

Some people would have questioned the father. Why encouraged the son? Why not seek help? Why burden his own self when he could just send his son to an asylum? Everyone could see that he was getting old and fragile, but the old man persisted.

I was 20 that year and I had gotten my drivers license. Dad had let me used his car to work. So I usually passed by the place where the duo would keep watch.

I was passing by one morning and I saw the old man leaning on his son. His right arm around his son’s shoulder tightly. I never saw him did that before. I couldn’t help looking at him through the rear view mirror and as I drove away, I somehow knew that was the last time I would see the old man. His last loving gesture towards his beloved son….


It was a week after that when the news broke that the old man had passed away.

‘What would happen to the son?’ I thought sadly. Nobody could give that answer and nobody had seen the son since the news came out.

I did however see him, not at his usual spot. He was wandering along the road near a school area. I was picking up some groceries for my aunty. I stopped at a T-junction and saw him. His hair had grown long with a patch of baldness on the top and his clothes were shabby. His short was full of dirt and stain. He had a beard and a moustache on his usual clean shaved face, showing of his age which was presumably approaching 30. He was pulling his old rusty bicycle, with its chain broken and dragged on the ground. Both the tires were flat. His eyes were void of emotions, yet when I looked at him there in front of me, looking left and right, tears weld in my eyes. He looked like a little lost boy with no sense of direction.

A car blew its horn at me and I drove away.

“Poor guy, poor helpless, senseless guy,” I muttered as I passed him…..



“Darn.” I cursed trying to wipe the mist from the window. It was raining heavily that morning. I could hardly see the road and the humidity in the car was misting up the windscreen. I cursed again as the air-condition was acting up again. The digital clock in the car was showing 6.00 a.m. I had decided to go to work earlier than usual to prepare some items for a presentation that morning.

“Come on car, don’t act up on me now,” I muttered one hand gripping the wheel while another, trying to wipe the windscreen to get a clearer vision of the road. I was driving at 60 km per hour in the heavy downpour. With the mist and the downpour of rain, I could only see within 50 meter radiance. I was too busy concentrating on both hands that I failed to see a figure crossing the road right in front of my car! I jolted and grabbed both hands on the steering wheel when the figure came into my view. We were so close that I doubted I could break in time. I stepped on the break and swerved the car to my left. The car screeched as it lost control, ramming into the railings at the side of the road and nose dived into a monsoon drain. As I swerved, I could see clearly the image of the pedestrian with his bushy beard, looking blankly as I lost control.

“Somebody help me!” I screamed, trying to open the door. It had been raining heavily since four in the morning and the drain was over flowing with water. The water inside the car was rising until my waist. I tried again the door but to no avail. I unbuckled my seatbelt and tried to roll down the windscreen. More water gushed into the car. I tried to climb out of the open windscreen when I felt a sharp pain on both of my legs. When the car dived into the drain, my body was flung forcefully in front. The seatbelts had cushion the impact on my upper body but my knees were swung upwards and my kneecaps hit below the dashboard with such force, I was sure that I had either broken or fractured my kneecaps from the sheer pain it cause from any movement to my legs. I tried again to push my body up only to slump back again in pain.

“Help me!” I screamed again. I blew the horn several times hoping that someone would hear me through the thunderous rain. The water was rising up to my chest.

I heard a splash and looked out of the open windscreen. My eyes grew wide as I saw who it was.

“Help me. I can’t open the door,” I shouted through the heaven rain. He peered inside the car looking at me with confused eyes.

“Mommy?” he said with an almost childlike voice.

“What? No. I need help. Please,” I cried not caring whether he understood me or not. He looked at me again and started to pull the door with both hands like a child pulling on his cradle railing hoping to get out. The door didn’t budge.


“Mommy, come out,” he said desperately. He grabbed me on both arms and started to pull me.

“Wait my legs!” I screamed as I felt the pain surging up my spine. He didn’t listen and continued to pull me from the windscreen. He grabbed hold of my back and pulled my out. I nearly collapse in the drain as I couldn’t stand. Without saying anything he carried me on his shoulders and proceeded to climb out of the monsoon drain. He laid me on the ground at the side of the road. I was trying to recover by breath and also my heartbeat when he grabbed me on the shoulder.

“Mommy, mommy,” he cried shaking me like a raggedy doll. The violent movement was causing the pain to emerge.

“I’m not your mother,” I said feeling more than a little afraid. He suddenly pulled me up and enveloped me in a strong bear hug.

“Aargh!” I screamed as the pressure that my body was giving my legs was unbearable. I begged for the man to let me go but he hugged me even harder. I was losing conscience when I heard loud angry shouting from around me. Some passer bys had seen me on the side of the road and had thought that the man was attacking me. They rush to us and roughly pulled him from me. Again I fell feverishly to the ground, unconscious….


“How are you, honey?” asked my aunt, the first face that I saw when I regained conscious. I looked around me a bit confused.

“You’re in the hospital,” said my aunty fiddling with the flower on the small table near my bed. I looked down my legs hoping that they were there. I had a weird dream that my legs were cut off. Both my legs were cemented.

I sighed, at least they weren’t amputated. I asked my aunt where my parents were and she told me that they had gone home for dinner. She also told me that I had been in the hospital for 2 days.

Wow, I was unconscious for two days.

“How is the car?” I asked.

“Pretty bad, the engine has to be replaced.”

I looked up at my aunty, she was still fiddling with the flower.

“How is the man?”

“He was chased away. I don’t know what happened to him. Thankfully he didn’t do anything bad to you. He was holding you so tight. Some of the man there shouted and he got scared and ran away.”

“But he saved my life,” I said feeling sorry for the guy.

“Maybe he did but we will never know what’s running in his head. These type of people are unpredictable, honey. They may save your life one day and they may attack or rape you the next,” said my aunty casually. I pulled myself to a sitting position.

“What actually happen to his mother?” I asked. My aunty looked at me and pulled a plastic chair to my bed.

“I heard from some people that his mother died in a car accident on the same stretch of road when he was five. His mother promised to buy him a toy car and went to the store. People said that he was waiting on that divider when he saw a lorry lost control and rammed into his mother’s small car. Her car had lost control and tipped over. She was trapped in the car. She died on the spot and they found the little boy tugging his mother’s hand trying to pull her out.”

“Huh.”

“What’s wrong?” my aunty asked looking at me.

“He called me ‘Mommy’,” I said quietly. My aunty didn’t say anything. The two of us sat there in silence….

I lay in bed that night unable to sleep. I couldn’t help thinking about the man. I felt sorry for him, being traumatized like that at such a young age. Yet he had responded when I was trapped in my car.

Had he been waiting all these years, traumatized by the feeling of guilt, unable to accept that she had died? Hoping and waiting for another chance to save her? He didn’t know who I was and he didn’t even acknowledge me. Probably in his mind, he saw his mother.
Whatever it was I was thankful that he saved me and no matter what people say…he was my hero.


I never saw him after that incident. He was no where to be found. I tried searching for him around the area where I first saw him wandering. Nobody had any clue where he was. There were rumors that he was hit by a car and died. I choose to ignore that rumor, for me, I would like to think that he had done what he had wanted to do a long time ago, to save his mother and to find peace. If he was gone, I hoped he was happy with his mother and father.

Funny to feel this way for someone that was misunderstood and feared. All through the years I had never bothered to know his name. Maybe I could do that…find his name. It would be nice to talk about him as a friend then a stranger.

Yeah, I think I’ll do that…

End



(The watcher does exist but unfortunately he passed away whether he met with an accident , got hit by a car , that one I'm not sure. It just that one day he wasn't at the divider and people just said he died. May he rest in peace)

ART FOR SALE

Anyone interested in Art?

I'm selling off my drawing such as this one :

 

 

Misty mountain

Acrylic painting on art paper  - adapted from Roberto Bertero photo

 

If you are interested I could get it frame.

 

 

Forest Waterfall

Acrylic paining on Canson Paper  483 mm × 635 mm

 

My reference was from a photo in the internet but I forgot the website

 

'Bath' (took a photo from my 2011 trip to Bath  (and thought heck why not try to draw)

 

Acrylic painting  on stretch canvas 11"x14"

 

Have a few pastel painting  like the earlier ones but would rather if the person sees it personally.

 

If you are interested  or any of my earlier drawings you can e-mail me at kulsimran@gmail.com.

 

Currently drawing a life painting of sunflower - acrylic.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me Jane, You Tarzan - Into Malayia's oldest National Park :)

I'm on a ROLL here!

I always thought that traveling overseas is an eye -opener, learning new cultures, meet people, see the breath taking sceneries there, eat their food. The allure of what I see in the telly was so great, watching Samantha Brown having the time of her life traveling from one exotic place to another. I want to do ALL of that!  ALAS reality kept me grounded,   c'mon it takes a whole lot of money to go globe- trekking,  money that I should save aside for the future.

 But when my company gave an option to the staff where they would like to go for their company trip, I leap at the chance to go to National Park. (literally!) National Park was one of the places in my bucket list that I have never got a chance to go (which was a lie, being the procrastinator that I am , I always make excuses).

You can find history and facts about the Pahang National Park at this website :

http://www.taman-negara.com/

(Hehe I'm a procrastinator number one signs of it is that they always find the easier way instead of the long way. But you have to give me points that I found the website :))


We stayed at the Rainforest Resort , which is a walking distance from the the Jetty to go to the National Park. It's surrounded by hills and forests. This picture was on the first day of our trip. Sorry  but do to confidential reasons and death stares from my friends which could easily stop your heartbeat :) I was  unable to to post our pictures.

We started early in the morning, the hills was so serene with mists dropping down on them like curtains.
  

 

 

 

This is the jetty. It's actully very near the Park itself!(see the stairs at the other side? That leads to the National Park!) But we're not going their directly , we were going for the rapid shoots!)

What the heck is a rapid shoot?! See the long boat in the picture? Their equip with high powered motor engines! We head to some water rapids not far from there and we were racing  (of course we weren't the one manning the boat:)) against each other, bumping up and down on small rapids and getting us all wet :) !

 

 

We stopped for a while to meet up with a few "Orang Asli" (Aborigines)

 

Here's the kiddies, their all shy and giggly.

 

 

 

This is their hut but their nomads so they move around in the jungle. I saw a school when we were walking to the Jetty so hopefully they stay in school there.

 

 

 

 

Blow pipe demonstration :) I tried my hand at it but the needle when off the target :)

Second day : Hiking in National Park :) So cool!!!! but for those who's squirmy, it is infested with leeches !! So  be WARNED

We were unlucky as it rained the night before, so it was all wet and muddy that morning. I hiked my socks well above my ankle and rub some salt on my shoes and track shoes.



Oh I love the haning bridge!. Sadly we didn't go on the highest one as it was under repairs at that time. But it was thrilling to see the small trees below you like your walking on air and

you could see squirrels and birds. (We didn't see tigers though, drat, the guide keep saying they saw one a few days ago)

 

 

 

We rest and had lunch at this nice spot.

 

Colorful butterflies!!

 

 

River cruise inside the National Park

 

It was relaxing, you just lay back and enjoy your surroundings.

 

I actually got sunburned from this river cruise. My work mates were like, 'Oooh why  is your face burned? You didn't go to the beach ....... how can you get sunburned in a jungle ?"