The Jamban Story Part 1

Wow...I am writing this in 2020.How cool is that?Lucky I am still alive.After 7 years ha...I am 38 when I am written this.Not sure if i can remember much but will again try.It has been an adventure for me.

Let’s see..ya the jamban story.Yes when we are little girls...we dont have jamban inside the home.I am not sure if i told you this.We do have..a bathroom with small drain or longkang we called it since part of it went inside the bathroom.Yes our bathroom is not like normal bathroom but we sure have big one.Our jamban or small toilet is not inside the house but outside.Very scary ok if you wanna go outside to do your thing.Yes outside of the house we are surrounded by bushes..trees..and insects.

Before I start with that one jamban we use a lot .There was another jamban.Like old version where there were rubber pail inside that small hole .I can still remember it very well.It is so high up ,and when the rubber pail is full ..eeeeeeii.Then every 2 weeks, an old man came in to remove it and replace with new one.Because it is old jamban ..so of course laa no one will want to be the tukang angkat that baldi.So my papa have to build new jamban la with the pipe.Yet before the new jamban is ready.Me and my sisters are afraid of go to even do our “thing” in that old jamban.So ..what we did was...spread the newspaper.I think you got it right?YES!...we did it on a newspaper and then throw is out far away in the bushes hahahaha.

When the new jamban is ready,it is still scary to go out.But in the day light,it is ok but if at night.Obviously my sister Kak Emmy will be my victim to accompany me.But well...I still remember..my eldest sister Kak Lin and my second sister kak faza too, always ask me to accompany them.Sometimes we go out in a group of 3 .

Getting Rid Of The Rice On My Plate

Let me tell you the story of us,me and kak emmy making plans getting rid of the rice on our plate.I am still 4 years old at the time.So the plans begin when we realise that the wall of the bathroom was made of zinc which can be open by pushing to throw things outside the house.So what we do is...we will sit near the windows which is near to the bathroom.

Kak faza ,will go back and forth to see if the 2 of us finished our plate of rice.And yeah my mum too will sneak to make sure we ate our food.Being a little kid is no fun when the adult keep on watching us.My partner in crime kak emmy was making plans.She told me that she will put her rice on my plate and we will rotate to throw it away in the bathroom .We have to back up each other.So when no one is around.She will put the rice in my plate and I will run to the bathroom ,throw more than half plates of rice.

We keep pon pretending eating the rice and informed kak faza and our parent that we finished.Ha ha ha..We keep on doing this rotation a lot of time until One day kak faza caught us.It is my unlucky day .It was my day of rotation.So Kak emmy ..put all the rice in my plate.Then suddenly Kak faza came in...she look at me and said...finish your food.She praise kak Emmy because she finishes her plate .I was left to eat all the rice in my plate with kak faza sitting besides me.Kak faza was scary ,her voice is so big.It was A bittersweet memory...ha ha ha.Good Job Kak Emmy!

Me And My Crazy Sister

In 1986,as I mention before I was 4 .Everywhere I go,i will always be with my kak emmy.During the time,I only called her by name,no "kakak" or any title.I was raised by my parent in a malay tradition.We are so lucky that both tradition Malay and indian kinda similar.As an Asian family,we need to be very polite,obedient and respect elderly.In my case,I should call her by the title "kakak" but i didn't .Why?To tell you the truth,she is much shorter than me and like a penguin.In fact,she is a bit talkative and always ask me to do things or help her.Sometimes i think she could be a bit crazy. Everyday I played with her.We would sit down on a sofa and play with toys.Since I am 4.What i did was only imitate what she do.One day,we found a sharp object.It was a "pisau belit",which in english a shaver blade.A tiny one.Kak emmy, pick it up and one thing she did was cut her finger!How crazy that is???.She is only 5 !!.I am not sure what she is thinking but that is the only thing i don't follow her. Luckily i called my mother and shout.She does not have reaction ,her mind is thinking of something .Yeah..i could say it is a learning experience.Or may be,1st hint that she will be a researcher one day! ha ha ha.

Everyday, we both eat lunch on a round old table beside a window.As normal like every child.I am a picker eater.I hate rice.Same goes to Kak emmy.We were force to eat a plate of rice.The best part is,when we finish eat our rice,we will show it to our mama and papa to be praise.It is the best thing to a child.What interesting to our daily routine is, we do have a strange visitor.This visitor only comes during our meal time.And the reason behind this is...kak emmy and I always put a tiny rice for the visitor on the window.It is a lizard!.We have lots of fun during meal.We normally put the rice to the visitor whenever we feel like it.So at one time,we don;t even bother to see the visitor.We just put the rice and continue to eat. After all,by giving a tiny bits,it would save us from eating it.We have a lot of ideas on how to make our plates empty at the time.If it is not empty,my mama or papa will force us to eat.That is not cool.

We really hate rice.It is not because of my mothers cook.Since we can't afford to buy chicken or expensive fish and meat.What my mama always cook for us is what we can afford .It is definitely not in our list as a child.To a child eating chicken or fast food is way better.Normally,we will wash our own dishes.As a child we are really excited to do dishes and I believe ,my mama will need to wash it again so we won;t be sad.In my childhood days,We don't have sink to wash dishes.We use bathroom.It is a bathroom made of rough semen.

FORE WORDS

My life experience is something like a bowl of cendol where it need to be mixed with different type of ingredient to get the right taste.To make it a strong reason why my life would be different then you.I am mixed.My mother is a malay and father is an indian. And in this world,no one shared the same life experience .Everyone is like a planet of their own,has a story of their own.To tell you my story,I will begin it at the age of 4.I remember it well.Maybe for some of you,It might sound weird but it is true.My mother is a housewife and she is the one who always be with us.My father was working as a security guard in TNB. During the time, my mother is pregnant with my younger sister.

My father normally travel for work and will be back only in the weekend.So every memory at that age is being with my mother and my sisters.My eldest sister kak lin was very strict,of course she is the leader among our siblings.She is also our role model .Me and other sisters was very scared of her.My second sister Kak Faza was the strongest one and a bit scary too,her voice is big and she was A bit chubby among us all. She was like a mini version of my mother and she's also behave like one,always force us to finish our food,making sure we are in the bed on time and even give us bath when my mother was not around.If we have been bullied by anyone,she is the one who comes and saves us and she bullied us sometimes too haha like kak lin.To think of it.She is only 7 years old..ha ha ha.Since I am afraid of Kak lin,I am more closed with Kak faza although she is kinda scary like i said.My third sister kak emmy is the shortest. Only a year older then me.We are best buddy. I am always with her.Everywhere she goes,I will follow her closely.We are like twins!.Then my younger sister Cia .I don't remember her much when I'm 4 years old but I do remember how big she was when she is a baby.And my youngest sister,airwyn is the cutest one i remember when she was born.I am 9 so and of course I had a strong memory at the moment. That makes 6 of us.

This blog entry will have chapters starting with my childhood experience at the age of 4.What I remember throughout that time.I could only mention someone who is closer to me . I am writing this down so that my niece and nephew can read it and know our life is not as easy as them and perhap,I am afraid ,I might not remember it later.We never know what will be for us in the future.And I belief that,what i remember now is the best memory I ever had.If not,it won't be remembered.I love my experience as a child and I want to share it.Some of the experience might be bad but most of it is an adventure!.I am a passive child out in social but with my family,I can be myself.I love them all.