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| Friday, 4-Sep-2009 16:58 |
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Rayn Aariz Ahmad Shauqi
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| Saturday, 27-Dec-2008 17:15 |
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my cats
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name: sheila
age: 4 month
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| Sunday, 21-Dec-2008 07:41 |
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Wedding
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| Wednesday, 17-Dec-2008 13:40 |
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Shell IT: Team Building, A'Famosa I
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| Wednesday, 17-Dec-2008 11:17 |
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Shell IT: Team Building, A'Famosa II
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| Friday, 12-Dec-2008 14:14 |
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IBMers Nights Out.
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| Thursday, 13-Nov-2008 04:35 |
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Kuala Kuar, kedah.
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| Wednesday, 12-Nov-2008 06:20 |
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Aidilfitri 2008
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| Tuesday, 11-Nov-2008 17:47 |
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KLUANG rail coffee. since 1938
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I quote entire write up of this blogger that I found on the net, I failed miserably to put nice words together to express my feelings, and I found her writing very prissy. so, let's share her's..
"My shoulder's still sore... another part of my body that is also sore is my heart (metaphorically). And eyes... (something to do with the heart). So sore that I've nearly forgotten about the pictures I took when I was in Kluang last month.
We (as in my parents & I) went to the ever so famous cafe called the Kluang Railway Coffee. Since I didn't drink any coffee (such a spoiler), I ordered 2 sets of its home-made kaya toast and a teh tarik. Felt like heaven for a while there.
Everything, the ambiance is still the same as when it was 20 years ago (as per what my Papa claimed it was) except for the obvious signs of aging of the building. But the multi-layered peeled-off paint, the rusty chicken-coop wire that acts as a gigantic windows to the cafe, the low kopitiam-style tables all add to the nostalgic feeling of the place.
Not to mention the food. I felt like I relive the good old days where everyone knows each other, where crime is defined by not greeting/respecting your elders. It is a very good place to recollect yourself. It felt like a home away from home, especially on a rainy day.
I kept on hearing my dad telling me that there used to be an Indian uncle selling nasi lemak and curry puffs on the train (anyway he always took the train from here to SDAR in Tanjung Malim in 1960's). He repeated the story every time we went here ;p I guess that's how I'll be in 30 years time... reliving the histories of my life to my children and grandchildren.
I'm beaten (physically & mentally) with workloads and relationship problems as of now. But looking at these pictures of this particular place... I can smell the coffee (I did sipped a bit from my dad's cup heheh) and remember the best of times... LIFE isn't always that bleak. Look for the silver lining behind that cumulonimbus cloud!" - writer: DnazElni
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| Tuesday, 11-Nov-2008 16:54 |
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tribute: residence
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