This is the last day in my hometown. The end of the summer holiday marks the beginning of a new journey, another year of hardwork and challenges in a foreign land. I’ll always remember, at the other side of the Earth, there’s a home waiting for me.
I saw this old man by the river as I was strolling on the riverside pavement in the morning. I wonder what was he thinking, as he sat there all alone?
We were back to Port Dickson, where I visited as a child.
We stayed at a beautiful resort, where some of the units were built on the waters – a rare scene for people growing up in cities.
Although far from being the cleanest or most beautiful beach, it was enough for us who just wanted a good family time together.
那天恰好是Malaysia Day 16/9
Perhaps it’s a relaxation for the mind to slow down the pace in life and just sit down and quietly admire the sea.
Newspapers, especially the Chinese (my mother tongue) papers, has been part of my everyday life since young. I remember I was 9 years old when I first picked up a newspapers entertainment edition and started reading, and the window of my mind started to grow bigger, and even more so as I soon extended my reading material to other editions. Everyday after school and lunch, I sat down and read the papers before I did anything else. During weekends, reading the papers was the must-do after breakfast. The habit of reading newspapers everyday has followed me ever since. Printed Chinese newspapers would always meant to be part of everyday life for me.
Raindrops began to fall while we were on our way to grandparents’. Though the initial intention was to snap some photos of the small town, I manage to took some photos around the house during the rain.
After the rain…
Things don’t have to go my way to be great =D