In January, my family and I went to the coldest place in peninsula of Malaysia. The temperature was equivalent to that of Bandung's. On the way there, I could feel such a very damn fresh air (because I live in the hustle and the bustle of the city), I got the peace in my heart, as peace as Heaven (but surely Heaven is the most peaceful and unexplainable place), the way to Cameron takes almost 2 hours from my hometown, Taiping ( in Chinese word it means peace but Cameron is more peaceful though), I could see tea plantation, many shops selling strawberry ( I tasted more in Bandung though because cheaper, Cameron quite expensive) and some aboriginal people selling their natural products.
Suddenly, my car got chaos, I became shocked for awhile, air come out from tires and suddenly smelly odors followed. We got trapped in the road, seriously my feeling at that moment was so hesitated and I felt regretted as I was the one who planned all that vacation. My family and I got troublesome because it was so hard to search for car mechanics in the highland plus it was on Chinese New Year holidays ( Sin chin qwai Ler means Happy Chinese New Year not Gong Xi Fa Chai which brings the other meaning; bring you more richer), "My God helps me," said me to my little heart.
Few minutes later, my dad got the strength to drive the car even he noticed that it was so dangerous to drive the car in that condition. I tried to compose my mum, my sis, and my bro, by telling everything would be fine. 1 hour later, we fortunately arrived in one of the city called Brinchang, where there was one workshop still opened (So weird cos it was on Chinese New Year). Anyhow, tq God so much for searching the workshop for us. While waiting for the car to be fixed, we had the best-ever (but not so-ever cos it was being spoilt by tragedy; car brake problem) in Brinchang town by having windows shopping, (my mum had to forget any problems in her mind, I knew, mum). Though it was a small town, but it was historical, as it was built during English conquer.
The car had been fixed and my dad paid for RM80.00 (though I expected more because none of the shops was opened on that special day), and we were on the way back. As on the way back, we bought some vegetables, as we knew the vegetables there were so fresh and big, (anyhow it was damn expensive). My mum bought a lot of fruits, vegetables, my sis bought sourvenirs, as to replace the sadness in our own heart at that moment because our holidays had been spolit. Anyhow, what my dad said it was meaningful as long as we were safe. You were right dad, better alive than dead, God tq a lot.
On the way back, we went to my eldest brother in Ipoh as on the way back to our house, we didnt tell what transpired anyhow what a nice vacation we got, tragedies, all meaningful to us seriously You had saved our lives a lot.
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