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TRAVELLIVE 5-2016

When I was 18 years old, I got a lovesick since my boyfriend at high school loved another girl upon studying at university. The 18-year-old girl that time considered her health nothing, not eating for days. I locked myself in my room, and even got angry with my parents. One Friday afternoon, my father picked me up after my music lesson, let me home to get some clothes and personal stuff before driving eastward. After parking our car, he bought two tickets to a small island. I was about to say nothing, but upon arriving at a quiet wharf, I couldn’t help but asked: - Where are we going, Dad? You know I am sad, so why do you take me to such a deserted place? - I want to bring you far away from sad things you have in the mainland. I’ll teach you how to say bye to them, girl. We dived with fish, crying with the ocean. We stood on high cliffs, letting sea breezes wipe out all my stupid sadness. How magical it was! I seemed to forget the things that upset me. I just wanted to lie under coconut trees, reading my favorite books. My Dad was right. It’s stupid to let my beloved ones down because others don’t respect me. The “love story” between me and islands started like that. Time passed, I’m mature now. Whenever the life gives me “a storm”, I travel to an island so that winds and waves can erase my sorrow and fill my soul with tranquility. What about you? Which place is your “soulmate”? Share with us when you find your own peaceful island!

When I was 18 years old, I got a lovesick since my boyfriend at high school loved another girl upon studying at university. The 18-year-old girl that time considered her health nothing, not eating for days. I locked myself in my room, and even got angry with my parents.
One Friday afternoon, my father picked me up after my music lesson, let me home to get some clothes and personal stuff before driving eastward. After parking our car, he bought two tickets to a small island. I was about to say nothing, but upon arriving at a quiet wharf, I couldn’t help but asked:
- Where are we going, Dad? You know I am sad, so why do you take me to such a deserted place?
- I want to bring you far away from sad things you have in the mainland. I’ll teach you how to say bye to them, girl.
We dived with fish, crying with the ocean. We stood on high cliffs, letting sea breezes wipe out all my stupid sadness. How magical it was! I seemed to forget the things that upset me. I just wanted to lie under coconut trees, reading my favorite books. My Dad was right. It’s stupid to let my beloved ones down because others don’t respect me.
The “love story” between me and islands started like that. Time passed, I’m mature now. Whenever the life gives me “a storm”, I travel to an island so that winds and waves can erase my sorrow and fill my soul with tranquility.
What about you? Which place is your “soulmate”? Share with us when you find your own peaceful island!

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HAND DRAWN BATIK<br />

enang Batik Factory<br />

is a must-visit<br />

destination for<br />

those who love<br />

exploring culture.<br />

Nowadays, fewer<br />

and fewer people<br />

use hand drawn fabric since the<br />

textile industry is developing faster<br />

and faster. However, batik has always<br />

been an important heritage for<br />

Malaysians.<br />

I visited Penang Batik Factory one<br />

hot day, but the weather was nothing<br />

compared to the atmosphere inside<br />

the factory where workers and<br />

craftsman were melting beeswax.<br />

Established in 1973, Penang Batik<br />

Factory has specialized in traditional<br />

hand drawn batiks. In old times, only<br />

aristocrats and the wealthy could<br />

afford to wear batik outfits with their<br />

sophisticated patterns. Now, they<br />

use Batik to make everything from<br />

clothes, scarves, to bed sheets and<br />

table linens.<br />

To make Batik fabric, artisans use<br />

beeswax to embroider cloths. The<br />

embroidery stage is always done<br />

by the factory’s most skillful and<br />

experienced artisans. Artisans often<br />

use a tool like a small pipe with a<br />

wooden or metal handle to contain<br />

the moltened beeswax and needle<br />

like pen to draw sophisticated<br />

patterns and lines. After that, the<br />

fabric is dyed and dried before being<br />

soaked in a solvent to dissolve wax.<br />

The lines covered with wax are not<br />

dyed, creating batik’s signature<br />

white patterns. Artisans use printing<br />

plates, brushes, or even salt to create<br />

different patterns.<br />

Watching artisans sweat while<br />

meticulously moltening wax,<br />

drawing, and dying fabric, I know<br />

that batik is not merely a handicraft<br />

but art, a distinctive cultural symbol<br />

of Malaysia.<br />

Chá thÜp C¬M CendOl<br />

Cendol lµ mÈt m„n tr∏ng mi÷ng yu th›ch cÒa<br />

nhi“u ng≠Íi khi du lch Malaysia. Cendol gi∏ rŒ, chÿ<br />

t«m 2-3RM, lπi th¨m ngon vÌi n≠Ìc cËt dıa, b∏nh<br />

l‰t h≠¨ng d¯a, ÆÀu Æ·, vµ Æ≠Íng thËt nËt. MÈt sË<br />

n¨i cn cho thm thπch rau c©u, kem hay gπo n’p.<br />

Tr≠a n„ng ®n ly Cendol Æ∏ bµo Æ” gi∂i nhi÷t, buÊi<br />

tËi ®n ly Cendol Æi dπo bi”n, cn g◊ tuy÷t h¨n!<br />

CendOl, Mixed sweet sOup<br />

Cendol is a favorite dessert for travelers in Malaysia,<br />

and it’s quite cheap at 2-3RM for a bowl. The<br />

sweet soup is made with pineapple rice flour<br />

jelly, coconut milk, and palm sugar. In some<br />

places, jelly, cream, or sticky rice is also added.<br />

What could be better than cooling down with a<br />

glass of cold cendol at noon or enjoying the dish<br />

while walking along the beach in the afternoon?<br />

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