In case you wonder why I have so many posts today, it is BECAUSE I HAVE NO VOICE AND IT IS DARN FRUSTRATING BECAUSE I CANNOT SCREAM OR YELL OR TALK OR TAKE A CALL ON THE PHONE, WOKAY!?!?!? MY EARS ARE STUFFED AND I CANNOT TELL SWEET FROM SALTY AND MY HEAD IS POUNDING. SO I BROUGHT MY LAPTOP TO THE LIVING ROOM, LIE ON THE COUCH AND TRY TO AMUSE SELF. Ok, ok, I feel better now.
This is a down memory lane photos, which I think my brother in PJ will want to see.
For some reasons, Bayan Lepas never seem to develop. It is a good thing actually. Our old kampung house is still there but I cannot find a way to walk there and I don’t think I even remember which is my childhood home. I know it is number 32 though.
The pekan is still there and the road as narrow as it was. The Haniffa nasi kandar still sell curry fish but I have never buy it for decades already.
This quaint mosque stays authentic and original.
This spot is where the cinema and Tamil school used to be. It has two rows of houses now. Sadly, Bayan Lepas has no identity of its own because it is just two rows of shophouses and nothing else. Eventhough it has the airport, it is a very laid back pekan. I sort of miss the bendang padi. My primary school which is also second bro’s primary school, Bayan Lepas English School which was later changed to Sek. Keb. Seri Permai, is now some quarters for the airport staffs. But Sekolah Keb. (C) Chung San which my father and eldest sister used to teach did not have the luck of moving away.
When I was in primary school, the teacher used to stop teaching when a plane landed. We could see the tourists getting down from the lauyeah plane. I was one of those little, kampung kid who waved at tourists.
Over the years, Telok Kumbar which is my hubby’s hometown has developed a lot. The hill which used to be owned by my maternal grandpa (but unfortunately taken by the gov. because he was too superstitious to prepare a will) now have some expensive condos. Telok Kumbar is a much more interesting pekan than Bayan Lepas because it is near the sea.
The Kedai Nasi Taat is where hubby and I used to have breakfast when we stayed with my mother-in-law over the weekends. Pak Lah too patronised this shop before he became minister in KL.
This site here? Sorry lah, but two women were burnt to death on this spot. It used to be my mother-in-law shophouse until the kid next door played with fire and burned down 6-7 wooden shophouses. The two women were the kid’s father’s friends. The two women have no relatives to claim their souls. I know ‘cos the undertaker came to do it themselves, bring umbrellas and calling them to follow him etc. If you are the developer, don’t sue me ok? I am recollecting the time when my poor mother-in-law fled her burning home with only the clothes on her back. Make sure those who are going to work or stay here ask the two women not to kacau them, ok?
It is actually very nice to stay in small pekans like these because everyone knows everyone. If you are in trouble, neighbours will rally around you. However, don’t do anything scandalous or else it is riuh sekampung.