Sampan kolek

I never heard of sampan kolek before. Not until abah mentioned it up after we rode it on our Vietnam's trip the other day. It was all mum sort of one and half month earlier planned to go and buy clothes for raya eves. I know don't mention its too early. Her point of defense is that no need to worry about the whole upcoming theme anymore that all of us can concentrate more on Ramadhan's month. Lol mum. 

But the trip turned out amazingly fun and exciting. I was all excited since the first day I got there, seeing those old vintage made from the buildings, transportation, culture and even fashion. They're like way left behind from what we got here. And those heavy traffics night and day that they need to get through everyday. I really mean heavy when it comes to traffic, because you can barely found cars on the road except cabs. Those who got to use cars on the road were like those fortunate wealthy people you fortunate creature. Because everyone else, used motorcycles if its not walking. Every single day. 

It was like going back to 70s 80s all over again. 

Tho I was not even born yet at that time ok its mum's word.

And we got this 83 yeard old tour guide that show us around on our first and third day there since we got more time to spend. I just can't describe how amazing he is with his work. Not because he shared about those historical places explaining one by one, but the value he have and shared throughout the trip. He shared of how he survived living during those war times and how he remind us to not compare him with the other tour guide that might lead us later since different guidance lead at different places. How he shared about him being in a miliatiary team decades ago even showed me the way of how to do the free-fall jump like what he used to be trained. I told him one day I'd love to try one. He remind me so much of my grandpa. It was like my own grandfather working as a tourist guide healthily energetically showing us around with those stay still super great memory. Amazing isn't? 

And then we have Mai, this petite vietnamese lady who helped us a lot since the first day we got there. It's the first time ever we are in vietnam so its quite tough to find the exact place to go plus communication barrier seems too fun too handle. People just tend automatically using body gestures when it comes to not talking with words haha how come I find its funny. 

She even invited us for dinner on the second night and to our surprise she really got lots of common things with mum like how she can't go well with cats and dogs which is perfectly similar with mum. All hail mummy found vietnamese's soulmate already. She told us she'll come to Malaysia on this february and we are all overly excited saying that lets us show you around malaysia got lots to offer. 

You know when you went somewhere quite far from home and language is the last thing that you can handle, one thing that always makes you feel better is when you found someone that you can rely on. Someone that makes you feel safe no matter wherever you go you just knew that someone is reliable. So thankyou Mai for your passion and effort giving the best that you could, helping out to bargain at those wholesale market where most of the people there doesn't even speak english. And did I mention that she has three kids? Shes so petite that I cant even imagined that. Not until she showed their pictures on her phone.

To be honest Im not really sure of what to write and what to share about. I am kind of in the lost of words and there just too much doubts in me lately in sharing post. People make blog to write something in it that you just don't need to update your status per day like one entry per post. Comes twitter that people's choose to have an account and express something through it. Its not our job to judge whatever things that people write, wrote, sketch say or do. Its not our job to determine if that one thing is bad for people that you can just knock someone's down. I firmly believe that everyone has their own choice and their own freaking point of view. It just that sometimes that we keep saying not to judge anyone that we are actually did the exact same thing. Subconciously.


Anyway, I just let pictures tells the whole story and let myself drown with words. Talking about pictures, I really envy and admire those people who got great shot no matter what shoot they took. I wonder if these people still feels like they haven't put in any effort in their masterpiece. Because the last time I checked, they still give their photos edited here and there but the thing is, the original one is just as good as the edited version. Envy.

May this new year brings more joy and happiness. A blessful one.
Cheers to another new chapter of life.
Happy new year everyone.