tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88683883639309261412023-07-17T22:01:25.059-07:00After my PMR exam`2007Joanne Kokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00433889771100561340noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8868388363930926141.post-63606645322230355242008-12-01T22:12:00.000-08:002010-11-19T07:09:26.046-08:00After my PMR exam`2007<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">THE ESCAPE<br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span><span><span style="font-size: 85%; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span style="font-style: italic; "><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" >At last PMR is over... hurray!!! Now I have the chance to escape from the chaotic life in the crazy town next to the metropolitan city... HURRY!!! again for that...<br />Yup, that`s right... I did a series of plans to runway...</span><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;"></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">->the first runaway (14th - 16th October 2007)<br /></span></span>The Malacca Wedding...<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span><span style="font-size: 85%; "><span style="font-style: italic; "><span style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >My fifth aunt`s son is getting married... actually he is married( cos I wrote this after I went to his wedding =.=)<br /><br />~DAY 1~<br />It was odd actually... I and my mum went to Malacca a day earlier than my dad and bro...<br />How? Me and mum went to Seremban by train quite early in the morning...<br />It actually took us 1 hour to reach Seremban from Kajang...<br />We met up with my second aunt at the Seremban train station...<br />while they took us to their house 1st...<br />We continue our journey to Malacca with my second aunt and her son...<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >time just passed by...<br />I don`t really know is it fast or slow...</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br />the only thing I know is that my mum and aunt chatted a lot...<br />and I saw many beautiful things outside the window<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >... nature that`s what I mean...<br />... I like nature a lot...</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><br />~WELCOME TO MALACCA~<br />Lastly, we reach to Malacca...<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >... actually now is only the beginning of our runaway 'mission'...<br />...the 'mission' to find peace and quiet to relax our mind and soul...</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br />The hard part is here</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >...<br />Now</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" > <span style="font-weight: bold;">although we are in Malacca state but...<br />we don`t know where is my fifth aunt house...<br />so we have to find the house... ...<br />we went north, south, east, west... where is the house!?<br />... ...our stomach started to call for lunch...<br />so we went to the town and search for food...<br />I ate 'char kuey tiao'... although I know that is not the local delicacy...<br />because I`m too hungry... and the prise is quite reasonable...<br />After filling up our tummy... we only have energy to continue to search for that mysterious place...<br />... thanks to our patience... we found my fifth aunt house...<br /></span>... the whole journey was quite tiring... I just want to get out of the car and rest...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Whoa... the house is very big and beautifully furnished...<br />I just room around the house and greet my relatives...<br />while my mum chatted with my aunties and others....<br /></span>...they didn`t see for each for a few months already...<br />...that`s why they have so many things to talk...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />After resting for awhile, I went to clean up myself...<br />never thought time passes by so quickly...<br />all my aunties and uncle are busying in the kitchen preparing for the buffet dinner already...<br />... all the food they prepared themselves... furthermore my uncle is a great cook... <br /></span>... I`m so fortunate... had the chance to eat great food!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... I helped to serve the dishes and clean the table...<br />... ... It rained that night, but it didn`t stop the crowd from coming...<br />the buffet was great... nice food, good crowd...<br />after all the guests had went back... we started to clean up...<br /></span>... with little afford and many working hands...<br />... we cleaned up the whole house... <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />The watch on my hand showed 11.45pm already...<br />...but all my aunties and uncles aren`t in bed even the bridegroom too...<br /></span><span>... although the next day is the big day...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">... actually they are busying in the kitchen again...<br />they are preparing 'tong yuen'...<br /></span>... 'tong yuen' is a type of Chinese traditional dessert...<br />... it is round in shape and made of glutinous rice flour...<br />... it is served with ginger syrup soup...<br />... it is a must have as it symbolized 'tuan yuan' , together forever...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">after I know what was happening in the kitchen, I lend a helping hand...<br />we row and row... a ball and another and another...<br />finally, we finish making the sweet dessert...<br /><br />The hotel we stayed the first night is at my aunt house...<br />the light offed... the first day ended...<br /><br />~DAY 2~<br />Rise and shine... today is the big day...<br />... still feeling a little sleepy... because I didn`t had a good night sleep...<br />... we had 'wan tan mee' for our breakfast...<br />the bridegroom had started preparing himself already...<br />... the time comes...<br />it is time to go and fetch the bride...<br />we wished him good luck and he went off...<br /><br />Not long... my dad, bro and some aunties from Kajang arrived...<br />they were just in time to join the ceremony...<br />Red crackers lighted... pili-pala-pili-pala...<br />the bridegroom brought the bride home...<br />they prayed and a tea ceremony is held...<br /><br /><br />2.30pm... the ceremony had just ended...<br />we had 'Hainanist chicken rice' for our lunch<br /></span>... the chicken rice tasted the same as all other ordinary chicken rice...<br />... but... this chicken rice is round in shape... just like fishball...<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">After our lunch... me and my family went to search for a hotel to put a night there...<br />we took hours to look for a hotel to stay at...<br />... god blessed us...<br />we got a room finally...<br />even better... the hotel is situated just nest to the place where the wedding dinner is held...<br />we cleaned up ourselves and prepared for the dinner...<br /><br />Woa...<br />the wedding dinner is very grand...<br />... the red carpet, the flowers, the decorations... ...<br /></span>... cos this is my uncle`s oldest son wedding dinner...<br />... that is why so grand...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">we did not entertain our taste buts only...<br />but all others 5 senses too...<br /></span>...all together 6 senses?<br />...yup... even our soul was entertained...<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />The dinner ended with lots of laughter and cheers...<br />me and my family went back to the hotel and had a good night sleep...<br /><br />~DAY 3~<br />We woke up about 7.30am... and had a good breakfast...<br />... today we went touring around Malacca...<br />... we went to Stadhuys... a historical tourist attraction place...<br />we also went to Jonker`s street... a place you must go when visiting Malacca...<br />we also tasted some famous delicacies... such as 'cendol' and 'dodol'...<br /><br />We visited quite many interesting places in Malacca...<br />... it just bring you back to the late 1880`s...<br />it is just like magic...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />... time flies... and every story has to have an end...<br />and this is also the sadest part...<br />... but do not be too sad because all endings are also beginings... ...<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" >~THE END~<span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); 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