A rooster was born In Nineteen Fifty Seven That rooster was me

Small and laid back, Conjuring images of the outback, Along the lower reaches of the mighty Rejang it sits, Capital of Meradong District it is.   Inhabitants predominantly Foochows, Industrious like hardworking cows, Binatang is its old name, Green tangerines bring it fame.   Vibrant and lively in the old days, The town deteriorated in many ways, Riverine life quietened, ...

June 6, 2015 After taking our complimentary breakfast at Bamboo House in Premier Hotel, my wife and I waited for my mother-in-law and our niece Wan Ying who were staying with my wife’s cousin. We left Sibu by taxi at about 8.40 am and arrived in Bintangor at 9.30 am. Before this trip, I had googled to see if there ...

July 7 was D-Day for the Bintangkian Lau Peng Yu Reunion. Though I went to bed at almost 1.30 am, I was wide awake by about 6.30 am, after about 5 hours of sleep. As it was still early, I read “The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet’s Nest” for about 15 minutes before taking a quick shower. At about 7.15 ...

It has been said that the best antiques to collect are old friends. The trap of busyness causes us to move with such mindless speed that we’re like the proverbial chicken running around with his head cut off. And as we get caught up in our busyness, we often slowly lose contact with old friends. Time endears but cannot fade ...

Childhood is a wonderful time. It is often one of the happiest periods in the life of any person. As I look back at my childhood in Binatang (now known as Bintangor), I am overwhelmed by nostalgia and fond reminiscence of those almost care-free days. And I feel myself being transported back in time to the 1960s and early 1970s. ...