People

"I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.”
                                                                                                                                      ~ Maya Angelou


Walking along the alleyways and capturing moments happening along my side was truly a great experience. Through the viewfinder, I discovered tranquility, peace and beauty in the most common daily activities from different walks of life in a gentle, humble and quite pace.

The first people I captured.

He leaned against a lamp post, poised and pensive. 

Something ordinary yet something touching.

An old man sweeping the front corridor of his shop to welcome a new business day.

A routine for most, but it is how our river of life flow,

let the past to drift away with the waves and set our sails to meet the new tides.

As the cars inched forward, this man carried his bicycle against the traffic stream.

At Jongker Street, riding a bicycle was a norm, or maybe an upheld tradition,

still preserved by the elders who watched the vicinity to transform in the fast paced world, yet able to stand its ground firmly with its own dignity.

Tourists enjoy their leisure time at a creative Malaccan Cafe

 whereby the cultures of the West and East 

was blended smoothly together in sublime perfection.

Having well spent time by pausing our hectic life style 

and watch the world goes by 

is always the oasis among the arid desert, 

which quenches our thirst for a better living.

The lady was blind, but she sees the world.

Her happiness was evocative of Hellen Keller's famous quote: 

Everything has its wonder, even in darkness and silence, 

and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content. 

I love this photo very much because at the right,

 there is the strong lady who enjoy with her er-hu music passionately with heart,

 whereby in the room, 

there was a calm old lady sitting steadily on the chair 

and the cute little boy watching over the street curiously. 

The entire picture portrayed a sense of tranquility, 

the embodiment of when life seems to fail, we adjust our sail.

 And life goes on.

It was 12 O'clock afternoon, throngs of people flocking to this

 signature old Chicken Rice Shop under the scorching sun. 

This showed Malaysian's ultimate passion for delicious food. 

People chatting, joking, taking photos, holding umbrellas 

or simply finding shades around while waiting for the ques.

 At this moment, you can truly see the different facades of humanity, 

uncovered and genuine, under the ultimate test of food. 

We too lined up for 45 minutes to be seated and undeniably, 

the Chicken rice was tasty. 

Staring at the people lining up aside, this braised peanut vendor was having his business under his mobile stall. Startling and hoping for customers to come for his peanut instead of the Chicken Rice beside.

The trishaw cyclists brought the tourists to have a detour around with their embellished trishaws decorated with lush blooms of flowers, ribbons and lace hanging around. Dedicate, passionate and friendly cyclists made their way to eek a living to be an interesting journey, making connections with different people from all around the world.   

The owner of Chicken Rice Shop was making the popular Chicken Rice Balls skillfully. 

Most of the Malaccan Chicken Rice Balls nowadays had been commercialized 

and mainly produced for tourism industries purposes. 

But this shop retained its originality, 

using the traditional hand made method to roll every ball of rice, 

securing the traditional recipe with the rich aromatic mouth watering secrets of the rice

 and the chicken, in this humble old shop. 

How many of us can still preserve the old ways relentlessly despite the test of time and money? 

This make me felt impressive.

This was an inspiring man.

Every pluck on his guitar rifts harmonically with his Rod Steward like voice,

Full of passion, energy, contentment, enjoyment and happiness.

He played music to make ends meet,

to do things he enjoys 

and give tinges of happiness to people around.

A picture tells a thousand words.

This artist was drawing a pencil sketch of the nearby buildings merely 

with a pencil and his bare hands.

Truly, our hands are where our endless imagination meets the world.

He was quiet, very quiet.

But his drawings had told us a lot.

The Old man was sitting on the wooden chair with both legs on the stool,

 feeling at home, unbothered.

Glancing over his shop full of classic old paraphernalia 

ranged from citrus herbal juice to porcelain dishes to cloth. 

He was among those elders who was the last generation who still preserves the Malaccan Chinese Culture. 

When night fell, the street started to throbbing with vibrant. 

This trinket vendor was selling tiny handicrafts such as key chains to the patrons.

She was selling winter melon soup, a refreshing herbal drink in front of her house. 

Along Jongker Streets, business can be as close to their daily life as possible, 

where their houses are also shop lots and open for photographers.