On Monday, my aunt was invited to go on a one-day trip with 37 other aunties and 3 uncles. Those aunties and uncles were hawkers and business traders selling noodles, chap fan, chee cheong fan, rojak, eggs, groceries, etc in the Selayang morning market and they organized a one-day trip of chill out with their peers. Someone joked that since there were 40 of them leaving their stalls for the day, many people wouldn’t have breakfast that Monday morning.
Since I was on leave, coincidentally and not having much to do, I decided to accompany my aunt and probably take the new camera out for a test.
We were early to arrive at the designated spot for pick up near our house. However, there was one aunty selling rojak, still had not arrived even though we waited for her for 30 minutes.
Chaos broke when some older aunties were whining having to wait for this irresponsible rojak auntie.
“Can someone please call her?” one auntie whined.
“She doesn’t have a handphone lah!” the organizer said.
Everyone was finger pointing at whoever invited this irresponsible rojak auntie. After 30 minutes of waiting, some of the people in the bus were already restless. Some went out to get fresh air, some went home to collect some stuffs they forgotten (within walking distance) and some even walked to the nearby market to have breakfast.
When the rojak auntie finally showed up, she mentioned there is another auntie who hadn’t turned up yet. She borrowed a motorbike from other colleagues in the market and rode to fetch the one who was left behind. There went another 15 minutes of our time.
In the end, when the rojak auntie finally came with the other culprit who caused the delay, my aunt and I were surprised that she happened to be one of my relatives. Aiyoh! Really sia sui man!
Even with 45 minutes of waiting, everyone brighten up and couldn’t wait for an adventure for the day.
We were brought to one herbal factory in Sungai Buloh to try out the ginseng coffee. It was a centre selling Chinese herbs health products. Well, I wasn’t even keen in buying health products as I always think they are nothing but overly marketed high priced grass or roots, which some of them were not even scientifically proven to have medicinal properties. And they have weird names too. Lots of semen!
After having some fried meehoon and endless coffee and shopping, we headed for the chocolate factory in Serdang. When we arrived, the girl who always conducts a briefing session and brings guests around the factory had gone out for early break. I was a little pissed with the guide who didn’t even bother to ring up the owner that we were coming.
There was one person in charge there – who claimed that, the girl that went to have her brunch is her staff, is clueless on how to bring a bunch of 40+ aunties to show them around the factory. We did a brief walk within the compound of the factory to check out how chocolates are being made. I think I would appreciate if I could stay longer to read or perhaps, having a pamphlet on how chocolates are being manufactured would be great. Since we were not allowed to take pictures, being a rebel, I whipped out my handphone to snap some pics discreetly.
Being somewhat pissed, I didn’t bother to buy any chocolates from them. Further, this factory bears the name of my previous ex boss who is conniving, stupid and mentally unstable. I don’t want to have anything to do with the name, seriously.
We then headed for a visit at another factory in Puchong which distributes sea cucumber and other seafood. We were greeted by the lady owner of the company and fried meehoon, fried rice and bottomless coffee and tea made of sea cucumber were served. The guy wore a tie while serving meehoon to the aunties. Haha! He is quite cute. Hmmph!
I was wondering, how would there be a manufacturing company of seafood in the middle of the city. Manufacturing companies should be located near the sea in order to have fresh sea produce. I was right. We were led into the big freezer to have a look. I was disappointed again that, we were not shown how the sea produce was being packed. Eh, if I wanna see a freezer, I might as well stick my head into my own home’s fridge.
Genitilia Looking Sea Snails
There was a shopping frenzy of sea produce after the big freezer visit. Since everything seemingly overpriced and some looking like reproductive organs and genitals, I didn’t buy anything. My aunt bought some abalone. I snapped some pics discreetly as no camera was allowed.
Next stop is Sau Seng Lum Dialysis & Rehabilitation centre in Puchong. This is a place where the underprivileged could get dialysis and stroke rehabilitation for free. It is set up by fellow Buddhists to help those who could not afford to pay for their medical fees. It was indeed a good way of contributing to the society. All donations would be channel directly to the centre’s running costs. We did not visit the patients though. We were there to admire the 501 arhats, donated by public as well as being conserved by the founder to exhibit to public at no admission costs.
Amoeba looking lotus
We were to contribute at our will for things in the temple, like perhaps, buying a lotus and took a path of cleansing in the centre to purify our souls and pray that our wishes come true. As usual, I would pray for good health and safety for my family and friends.
We were then lead to a big room with 251 arhats in it. There were collected over the years by the grand master of this association, some were being donated by public. The place was very well maintained and we were not allowed to snap pictures inside. This is the only time I heed advice not to snap pictures. You will never know what pics you might take if you did go against advice of not taking pictures at holy places.
In another room, there are also another 250 arhats, hence they called the place, House of 501 “lohans” (No, not the accident prone singer/actress) or arhats. If you don’t know what arhats are, here’s the link.
After the fruitful visit, we adjourned to the new shopping haven in Kelana Jaya, the Niu Ze Xui. They want to make this place equivalent to the one in Singapore. It was situated in some secluded spot behind Kelana Jaya LRT station. I still don’t know how to get there if you ask me. So damn confusing. Give this place another year or two, I think it would probably turn into something like the Curve. I like the layout of the shops and stalls. They reminded me of Chiang Mai’s Kerala’s Night Bazaar. It’s windy and airy. Quite a comfortable place to walk about but, unfortunately, it is not fully occupied yet. I guess this would be the next popular hang out place in years to come.
We ended the day with a nice dinner in a restaurant in Puchong. Despite the much dreaded endless karaoke sessions in the bus, with the blasting of volume above permitted decibels (at least it masked my snoring when I was napping in the bus), the aunties are quite friendly lot. They helped each other, holding hands while crossing the road and helping each other up the bus. I long for the day when I am old and gray, I would still have the strength to go on short trip like this one, and have a group of friends to look out for each other. And I am glad to be able to spend some quality time with my aunt.
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