My Grandma's home.
Yeap, truly my second home. My Mum’s a Chinese Malaccan whereas my Dad’s a Malay Bruneian. I guess that makes me a Chi-lay. Or a Ma-Nese. Or…whatever…
Anyways, I spent the last few days in Malacca after a restless week in KL. It was way quieter than KL. Peace, at last.
Malacca is the most historic state in
This temple was built in the 15th century (in the 1600s). That’s how old it is. Simply amazing.
Though I might not be Buddhist, I respected the religion. Heck, I respected all the religions in the world. Unlike some typical Bruneian Malays (although I’m Malay myself. Or Chi-Lay. Or…you get me)…
I didn't see any tortoises...and there wasn't any pond, to start with (it dried up)
After that, we stopped by Dataran Pahlawan. If you’re expecting another ancient barrack or the sort, then you’re wrong. It’s a relatively small shopping mall actually. Just about the size of 2 Jaya Hypermarts.
The things inside aren’t that interesting though. It is more like a souvenir mall. There are a hell lot of antique stuffs inside.
Well anyways, outside that mall is Taman Merdeka.
Here are some pictures I took.
The following day, during the Raya Haji celebration (which coincides with the Tang Yuan Festival…I think), we went to Perigi Hang Tuah (Direct translation: Lucky’s Well). Told you, Malacca is historic.
That’s my first time seeing a well up close.
Later that night, we went to Jusco.
Guess what? I saw this behind the complex…
…Ronald McDonald!! He’s not supposed to be treated like that! Where is the justice in this world?!
The next day is my departure day. I saw ‘them’ on the way to the highway…
Haha! It’s a freaking Kereta Lembu (Translation: Err…Cow’s car?)!!
Well then…that’s about it. My whole epic adventure in
Not to worry, I’ll still continue posting entries! Until then, have a nice day!
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