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1991 May: A Visit to Langkawi, the Land of Mahsuri 1991 Aug: Study tour to Medan, Indonesia 1994 May: First Asia Pacific Chitin and Chitosan Symposium (APCCS) 1995 Dec: Revisiting SAS 1997 Dec: Rally Nationwide Vision 1998 Apr MOU and Launching of Chito-Chem (M) Sdn Bhd 1999 Sep: The Officiation of Smart Technology Centre, UKM 1999 Sep 23: A Week on Leave 1999 Dec: Study Tour to Taiwan 2000 Jul: A MiniReunion of Class of 66 2000 Dec: Just An Unlucky Day 2001 Jul: 29th Covocation of UKM 2001 Dec: Digging Deep Into the Root: SKBT Revisited 2002 Sep: A Consequential Events from Feb 2002 2003 Apr: Reminiscing the Little Boy 2001 Dec: Digging Deep Into the Root: SKBT Revisited 2002 Sep: A Consequential Events from Feb 2002 |
2003 Apr: Reminiscing the Little Boy 2003 Nov: Reunion of Class of 66 2004 May: Cameron Highland Revisited 2004 Jul: In the Heart of Two Cities 2005 Jan: SAS Re-revisited 2005 Jan: Seri Puteri Eventually Visited 2005 Apr: In the Backyard (and Frontyard) 2005 Nov: Jalan Hale Revisited 2006 May: Kenyir, Here I Come 2006 Jun: Bidong Revisited 2006 Aug: Convocation UKM #34 2006 2006 Oct: The Faces of Ramadan 2007 Mar: Duku - The Fruit of Terengganu 2007 Nov: Ke Tepian Sang Seluang Melaut 2008 Apr: Drifted from the Past 2008 May: An Old Man and the Sea |
An Old Man and the Sea, 2008 May | |
Perhaps I was a baby when my mother made me first dip my feet in the salty water on the beach in her parent or relatives place in Mengabang Panjang or Mengabang Telung, and since then frolicking with the rich lives in the water margin along the beach of Terengganu of the South China Sea. Dancing, and tangoing with the wave tongue, after pounding the thixotropic wet sand of the beach. But I remembered very well, that I was just a little boy, when I tasted the very salty sea water. Non-drinkable. Unlike the river water which was very "sweet" and delicious. In which we washed ourselves. I remembered that very well since then. But, I never stop falling in love with the beach, and then the sea, although I never became a seaman, or even a fisherman.
I am thus in no way like the Hemingway's "The Old Man and Sea". I am on old man who could still go to the sea. Never mind that catching a fish or "chandat-ing" a squid. I was just amazed by seeing the boundless sea, the endless waves, the clear green-blue sea water. And the technology evolution that man had quested in order to conquer the sea. The sea is just a different world altogether, with its own biospheres. It is better to leave it that way, and be a friend to it.
This time from the southern "ports". Marang.
The port for the "locals" is in the southern side of the river, which is in Seberang Marang. Whose fishing "gears" had reduced to just fibre glass boat with a detachable small engines. At least they preserved their forefathers, by going only during day time. Night time is limited to only during very favourable condition, like now in May, on the night the sky is lit with the moon light.
And, 2008 Jun 7 Sat, in the late afternoon, another trip to the near edge of the South China Sea with my boy-buddy, Raja Mohsin, et al., et al .
Dated 2008, Jun