The high tea was done especially for Chinese people at the village. Once we arrived there, rain started to pour down. It then became very heavy. But the bad weather didn't stop us from pursuing our intention.
Some Malay, Chinese and Indian kids were helping us putting up our PAS and PKR flags even though it was raining. Thanks to them...
The high tea was held at a Chinese temple. It was my first time entering a temple, so to not missing this opportunity, I snapped some pictures...
Inside the temple
I forgot to ask his name but I loved seeing his spirit there to convince other Chinese about what was going on. There were other women around him but they refused to have their picture taken.
Kak Aliah and a sister (forgot her name)
Me and kak Aliah...looks like an old picture, hahaha..actually, the lenses got wet.
When I went there to make a culaan, I realized that the village divided into two. One side was conquered by Chinese. Their big houses and barking dogs were everywhere, you couldn't found any small house but a few.
The other side was belong to malay people but they were not originally malaysian because they were mixed by malay+benggali. And their popularity were the big so that was why the village got call Kg Benggali.
The other side was belong to malay people but they were not originally malaysian because they were mixed by malay+benggali. And their popularity were the big so that was why the village got call Kg Benggali.
1 comment:
waa.. aku pun teringin nak masuk temple.. tp aku tak dpt ag peluang ni.. huhu
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