when i first came back to KL after about 6 years leaving - the whole family moved to Pahang - i was constantly called Tarzan Pahang by some weird friends whose names shall remain unspoken (Chong, Anwar and Serene - no, i am 'not' talking about you;p). sbb? kampung to them is equilvalent to hutan. masuk telinga kiri, keluar telinga kanan. that's how i survived. haha! but very recently, i really felt like my Pahang house is a hutan. why so? let the pix speak for themselves:
seriously, i dont know how those elephants found their way. 1 night, mom heard noise around the house of what seemed to be of dogs barking (or crying rather). she went out at late night (or early morning rather) to see what's going on. to her surprise, she saw elephants around the house area. there were few episodes of this - lasted for about a month or so. i saw it with my own eyes too this one time when the noise woke me up at 4am in the morning. apparently, the elephants have been straying around destroying (or 'eating') the villagers' crops. then, just last week, after nemerous complaints were done, the real 'Tarzans' finally came and took them away (to Terengganu i was told). dont know, dont care. gile ah! who would've thought.
azrul
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