Yesteryear

This photo was taken in one of photoshop in Temerloh in the 70s. Maybe when I was in Form 2 or 3.

Tok looked dashing, don't you think? Ayah Ri looked cute with the bear.

And my sweet mum( wish you were here). When we were busy growing up, I thought her whole existence is to take care of us. Yet now she isn't around when I need a quiet chat with her. I miss you and so are people who carry your gene yet never had the chance to know you.

Psst.......If you look carefully those on the left dressed better than those on the right.

My late grandma

After a 3 month break due to unstable relatioship with Streamix, I can write again.

To followers & readers------ won't kill ya to post your two cent worth. Nobody would laugh at ya! I won't.
These pages are for everyone. Not for me to syok sendiri only.

We want to read what you want to write. Give it a fresh angle, your angle. I won't go around telling people about what you wrote. They can go to this blog & you can go anynomous!

Apology, I am going retro again. If you're wondering and you should, when you look at the pic.
None of you ever met her cos she passed away long before you were born.

This is your moyang. Tok Jantan's mother. She was caught, minding her gobek, refill her kapor sireh, her after meal snack.

After my Tok passed away, she left her grand house di hujung tanjung, to live in her new , smaller house, nearer to our house. The abondoned house you see on the way to your Tok house.

Living memory.

This is Wan Ngah Jebah. She is the widow of late Tok Ngah Jak. Tok Ngah Jak was the elder brother of Nek Yang, your paternal grand ma.

I have lots of fond memories of them.
Actually Wan Ngah doesn't want to be shot but I had to take it.
She is my living memory of Tok Ngah.

It's quite hard for her to live her life without Tok Ngah. Nobody to share her golden years, to talk to, to fight with, to soothe her fears & worries.

Scene from old KL Bentong road.

I can't recalled when was the last time I used the old Genting Gombak road. Since the seventies when the first highway, Gombak Bentong was completed, we never used the old road. The road is narrow, winding and treacherous.
Yet yesterday I made an unconscious turn into the old road after refueling in Genting. Was the road still exist?
As I took the turn I realised the road is quite pleasant. Not much traffic, cool being under shade, there's a few small waterfalls you can stop along the road and the view is splendid.We can have the time enjoy the view cos we can't speed. I stopped at a spot and took this shot.

What bird?

Anybody can tell us about this bird? Tell us the common name and a little description about its habit & habitat. First correct & best answer published in this blog can collect rm5 from me whenever you see me.

Secret to a good dinner.

Thousand of years ago, if you're tired of being a vegetarian, this is what you should do.
Learn to hunt.
There were many ways to hunt for your dinner.
Setting a trap like a fishing net is a passive hunting but need some ingeunity to succeed. The active ways are like this. Try to immobilise your prey by pricking them with sharp instruments or shot them with something.

Driving school.

Maybe someone is trying to figure out how to drive the beast he is on. There's no clutch or gear pedal or even a button. Or maybe the beast got other thing on his mind or simply choose not to move.

The beauty from Paya Nangka.

Have been planning to go back to LK for sometime already. Itching for some haruan fishing.When march came, the opportunity present itself. Heard Pak Long & family was heading southeast on first week of march.
LK has some hotspots to test your haruan skills. The famous Paya Besar where some strangers from Tloh have been pulling haruan every weekends.
Never been to Paya Nangka before cos it looked not promising however heard some news from Abiya he lost a few haruan a day before. Do you know where is Paya Nangka? Can't call you ignorant if you don't.
Went there after subuh and if you stand still and quiet, you can hear the haruan are working on their breakfasts. It's almost magical. Like you are watching a kenduri.
If you count the exploding sounds, there are everywhere. It's almost like a virgin haruan territory. I looked around and saw risings in every nooks and corners.
And it's right here in Lipat Kajang. How wonderful.

Pak Long.

This is the latest shot of Pak Long when we last went back to Lipat Kajang in first week of March 2009. Still dashing I must say.

SPM result next week.

Many hearts miss a beat or two after learning the result of a five year academic struggle to be announced to the world next week. Many will jubilate next week and many more will quietly slip away into their own small worlds, trying to digest the news and it's consequences; how your future is shaped by this SPM?
Would like to share with you some stories I've gathered over the years so they might give you some perspective.

Putting things into perspective is important so that you can estimate the importance or ranking of a certain thing in relation to other things.
My friend, Dr Khairy Dimyati sat for his MCE(what SPM was known at that time) 3 times(while the rest of us went on to university) but today he is a Phd holder.
My ex store keeper failed his SPM but today he drives a Merc.
So what does this tell you?
Though you have to give your best shot, you owe it to yourself, bad SPM is not the end of your world. It's just a hiccup, a change of direction or a new start.

Playgrouns on my mind

Aktiviti masa cuti semasa kami kecil ada banyak. Hanya terhad oleh imaginasi & season.

Dry season( March to June)which is also fruit season, there's a lot fruit trees(ours & others) ; mencepu,rambai,rambutan,kuran, jambu air, kuini,manggis & durian. At these times we would disappear in fruit tree canopy. You can only tell where we were by the sound of fruit skin droppings.n You can ask Ayah A on his adventure with buah durian. Can't blame us on our deeds, we're just having fun the kampong way.

During this time, the mighty Pahang river,offers endless round of fun. Practising tarzan jump by climbing on trees on the riverbank before made our dives into the river. Looking for kijin, a kind of river shell, eaten after boiled, was heaven.

The swamp is another swimming pool albeit smaller one. We practised our swimming in the parit below our home. The thing is with mandi air paya, after you are air dried, you're covered by something white or creamy. And we got nice beating for that. Forget to scrub properly, the mud would show afterward.

Season biji getah, is also during the dry season, That's when the mature rubber seeds explode and send it's seeds flying everywhere. There was a kind of rubber seed which has a peculiar looking and an especially hard shell. we would gather these shell and challenge anyone to a contest,by placing two rubber seeds together and press them hard.
Dry season is also the season to fish. We would descend into paya with all kind of apparatus to corner our favorite fishes. This is where my fishing passion develops.

If everything else didn't fancy us, we resort to our own invention: single action & semi auto bamboo rifle.-all beg our attention.
So you see we're quite busy. we didn't harass our elders to entertain us.
We did it ourselves.
We have the whole kampong to ourselves.
We know all the tracks, the shortcuts and the interesting places & things in the kampong.

Money grows on this tree.

What this tree meant to me? It probably meant pocket money or ticket to the movie with nasi ayam thrown in in Temerloh. This tree is the mainstay of Lipat Kajang economy.

It's like cash box. All I have to do only wake up early, don my uniform and do my round. At 11am I complete my round and free for the day.

That's me.

Can't really remember when the pic was taken. Couple of years ago. The age is showing but that's life.

Unlike salmon?

This pic was taken maybe 5 years ago. Not very sure. Camera x date.

Some of the cucus during Hari Raya.

Now dah besar belaka. Ada yang dah lepas ke Colorado. Some won't be seen alive with those hairstyle?

Will they come back to this place & pose with their sons & daughters?

Only time will tell.

Hj Jantan

This is Atok latest pic I pick from another blog. Semoga he is always sihat sejahtera. We all pray for him. I realise I need to upload a lot of photos so we can have fun looking at ourselves.

Asal usul keluarga kita.

Pokok keluarga?
Ayah kepada Tok(Hj Jantan) ialah Hj Mohd Latif. Ayah Hj Mohd Latif ialah Tok Bujal. Saya tak pasti samada moyang saya pergi ke Mekah atau tidak. Sesiapa yg ada maklumat bole lah contribute info. Kebanyakan org Lipat Kajang berkahwin dgn org Lipat Kajang juga. Org Lipat Kajang kebanyakan ialah org Bugis yg merantau meninggalkan tempat asal mereka kerana pelbagai sebab.
Hj Mohd Latif ialah seorg usahawan yang menjalankan pelbagai 'ventures'dan antara yang saya ingat ialah berniaga kerbau. Berniaga kerbau ialah sejenia perniagaan yg banyak di jalankan oleh org Lipat Kajang pada masa itu. Oleh kerana Lipat Kajang mempunyai banyak paya iaitu tempat kegemaran kerbau(kubang) untuk berehat di tengahari. Kerbau akan makan rumput yg tumbuh liar dan apa apa tanaman lain. Setelah kenyang, kerbau akan berehat di dalam kubang.



Peniaga kerbau akan membawa kerbau yg diniagakan kehulu Sg Gombak, dimana peniaga dari Selangor menunggu. Ini berlaku di tahun30's dan 40's. Agaknya jalan pada masa ini adalah jalan tanah merah untuk laluan pejalan kaki atau binatang seperti kerbau & kuda. Memandangkan tidak terdapat jembatan yang baik seperti hari ini, apabila terdapat sungai, peniaga akan membawa kerbaunya berenang menyemberang sungai. Bayangkan berapa banyak sungai yg perlu di semberangi untuk sampai ke hulu sungai Gombak?

Disampaing itu beliau mempunyai kilang padi. Di Lipat Kajang terdapat beberapa Kilang padi di masa itu. Kilang padi Hj Latif terletak di Carok Sepulih. Beliau selalunya memesen (proses menukar padi masak kepada beras)padi di sebelah petang. Org Lipat Kajang masa itu banyak menanam padi dan menoreh getah. Dimasa lapang mereka akan ke paya dan sungai untuk menangkap ikan.
Banyak cara dan alatan yg digunakan untuk menangkap ikan dimasa itu. Dan semuanya amat menyeronokan.

Sementara sebelah mak saya, Yang Masari, adalah anak kepada Wan Siti dan Tok Hamid. Rumah keluarga Hj Jantan di sebut Paya Baru, sementara rumah Tok Hamid di Tanjung Perian. Jarak antara dua rumah ini tak jauh, lebih kurang 2 km.

Di antara perkara yang menarik diantara kedua rumah ini ialah empang semen(concrete sluice gate), pokok kuran (meranti?) empang semen, tanjung kubur yang mana terdapat kubur, kedai serikat, balai raya. Kami (adik beradik) selalu tidor dirumah Wan Siti semasa cuti sekolah. Pada masa itu sepupu(anak Ayahngah Razak) kami pun tinggal dirumah Wan. Pada waktu nak tidor, Wan Siti selalu bercerita tentang cerita hantu sambil hisap rokok. Oh yes she was a heavy smoker. Kami yang ketakutan akan masuk selimut and very soon fall asleep after a long day.

Pesan Ustaz.

Pagi tadi semasa nak pegi weekend jogging terdengar pesanan Ustaz yg buat tazkirah di surau sebelah. Dia kata kalu kita ada hajat nak minta dengan Allah swt, ada beberapa amalan sunat yang bole di buat nak bagi hajat kita cepat makbul. Tapi yang paling cepat di makbulkan ialah amalan sedekah. Tak perlu banyak seringgit pun bole tapi kena niatkan hajat tu. Anak2 yg nak ambil periksa, apa apa aje lah.

Zaman ni.

Assm.
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