A task given by Paik Yin....
A short meditation to reflect the childhood memories - Sensation you feel, what you see/colour/smell/certain texture/sound/
My grandfather characteristic
- topless
- grey short pant with black belt
- the way he comb his hair
- love to play harmonica
- a brave, wisdom, & strong man
- a very friendly person
- spend most of time in his pondok
- admire Tun. Mahathir
- a motorbike with a big basket behind
Colour
- Dark Brown, earth colour, brownish
Image
- Fur on hard shell
- Piling up
- Sand ground
The puzzles
My grandfather used to keep an orange plastic comb behind his pant. So every time after we shower, we would go to him and let him comb our hair. He love to comb from front to back, no matter for boy and girl. And, I did it for my kids too.
He didn't like us to speak in Hokkien, for him speak Chinese was a sign to show you were educated. Hokkien is a rude language with many dirty words.
For me, my grandfather is the most bravest and wise in the world.
My grandfather was our doctor. When we got fever, he would make a sticky powder and place on our chest and stomach. This is the ancient wisdom. The mixture could absorb the heat in our body.
My right thumb had caught fire accidentally during a praying ceremony. And the thumb became black and I still could remember the smell of burning. But his took care of my thumb by putting some medicine oil for me every night. Magically, it has recovered without leaving any scar.
He also was our dentist. When we have a shaky teeth, he would use his 快闪手 to pluck it out. Guarantee no pain and look there, he repeated every time before the surgery.
He was also our discipline master. He set up some rules and regulations. So if we break the rules, first he will loosen his belt and pull out, and this is the moment we need to run and lock ourselves in the room until he bang the door.
In the nighttime, he love to play harmonica and we dance.
He didn't like to sleep on bed or mattress. He sleep on wooden floor and layer with straw mat and thick fury quilt. We all sleep together, my grandparent, my brother, my sister, my cousin and me. None of us sleep with our parent.
One time, I saw my grandfather jump into a river to save a girl who fell into the river because of the car accident. He is my hero.
We had a pondok (my grandfather workplace) in front of my house. It is a heaven for four us. From time to time, we helped my grandparent taking out the coconut meat from shell. We used the coconut shells to make our own toys and furniture, like lamp, bowl, percussions and so on. We also like to pick some wild flowers and leaves as our foods of masak-masak.
In the kampung, they have no exact address, but followed the number of electric's tiang.
We used to have a little green car, we called "Turtle Car". So when we go out, we need to squeeze in. Only selected kids able to go with the adult.
My grandfather used to have a durian orchard. During the durian season, a corner of house were full of durian. My grandfather would know each flavor of it and simpan the best for us. After I moved to Butterworth, we would fill our boot full of durian and the smell would stay in the car for almost a month. The smell is the sense of security and missing them. Besides the durian, we also had rambutan, banana (to make banana goreng), papaya, mangosteen.
We also loved to go durian orchard and overnight there to wait for the dropping durian. It was like a camping for us, we would set up a campfire and the smoke was to avoid the mosquitoes biting and wait for the sound of dropping. Then we followed the sound to find the location of the durian. We enjoyed the durian hunt.
fell down from the stair
the moment we leave
The first time he came to KL
我的阿公叫cha la, 是做椰子的，也有种榴莲、you zi (油棕），等等
我们的 kampung 叫parit pechah, 屋子前面有一个pondok, 对面有一个回教堂，旁边有一条大大的longkang，后面住着很多的马来邻居。
我的阿公不喜欢穿衣服，而且总是穿着那101个款式的裤子，再配上厚厚的黑腰带，梳着一头油发，是个名副其实的oppa.
他有一辆像transfomer的 motor，后面有一个大大的篮子，里面总会装着满满的椰子，有时候我们也会被装进这个篮子里去看港等看风景。
小时候，我们是阿公阿婆的小工人，会跟他们一起坐在满满烘干的椰子当中，用一把不知名的刀挖出晒干了的椰肉，再将椰壳远远往后面抛，这是最爽的时候。接着用篮子把椰干捞起再装进guni 袋里，缝起来，便 gao dim 了。
而这个工作地方也是我们的天堂，我们会在这里玩 mamasak,将椰壳做成家具，再把旁边的花花草草当原料，然后一直玩一直玩，直到阿公抽出他的黑腰带。。。
时间过去了，我们长大了，也离开了，偶尔回来，看看，渐渐的眼睛看到的东西与回忆里的越来越不一样，包括阿公阿婆，游戏天堂。
堆得像山的椰子变平了，不知名的刀生锈了，装椰肉的篮子丢在一旁，在动手的是阿公以前的好伙伴Ho Cik.
这个旅程始于2017，在国外留学两年的我在文化的冲击的下，对于自己童年记忆及外公的传
统行业有着很强烈的好奇及联系。因此，回到国内后，首先带着团队回到我的乡下，尝试对
于外公传统行业进行采集及访问。但是随着外公的离世以及现今社会蓬勃的发展下， 当初陪
伴及养育我长大的人、事、物几乎都消失了。当时心中有无限的感触，这些往昔养活一家大
小的行业，恐怕在未来将销声匿迹。
这些失落感及遗憾促使我去探讨如何通过我的专业重新赋予这些文化遗产不一样的面貌，提
升年轻一代对他们的认识及了解呢，创造一个新的价值？
虽然第一次的采集，只剩下我外公90岁的工作好伙伴，很吃力的向我们展示整个工作流
程。我们还是设法从这些有限的资源及资料中，再加上童年的记忆片段攫取中，编导了第一
个名为“Hello! Nuts!”的实验舞蹈作品，并于Dancebox 2017 & Dancing in Place – City site
2017中演出