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abg grab tanya "Ada lagi ehh Kelantan Match Factory ?"... " yea abg grab,that's where you pick me from -_-

Hey guys and Assalamualaikum !. It's been quite awhile since I talk with you guys. Hey don't blame me, I'm not that bored. Read the caption k :P.

So baru je satni,ehh yesterday I visited the factory for photography purpose. Just to inform you guys, I'm an amateur photographer and I like to take photos when I'm bored ( besides than writing ).

So malay/english? k fine I do both.

Before I went to take photos, I did came on Sunday to inform the owner ( or we call tokey ) Mr Tan that I will be visiting the factory for photography purpose. At first he said that the match's machine is currently not functioning. Well that was one damn sad news.

Eh ehh ... sabar dulu k.

The day before yesterday,he informed me that the machine had been repaired. Oh yeahh that's what I wanna hear guys . So I set the date and so on and yeah yesterday,  I went there...ALONE ( like usual lah ).

I arrived there quite late, at 10.30 am ( blame the traffic guys ) and Mr Tan introduced me to Encik Mahmood,the one who will be explaining stuffs and be my 'tour' guide inside the factory.


This is encik Mahmood , the one who's in charge of supervising others works and at the same time being a financial manager,clerk and so on

I won't be explaining much details about how's the matches was being made ( sorry guys as I don't really know much stuff there). 

At the factory, I've been given an explanation on how's the match was being made. It was quite a work there and the manpower isn't a lot compared to the old and traditional days ( where there's no machine being used to make the matches ).


We'll start with this machine that turns the wood ( or idk the right word ) to some fine stick . This machine is connecting with each other from the first to last process of making a match


This is the button that starts all of this


And this is one of the worker who will fill in the meds or idk they call em 'ubat' for the matchstick that will light the stick when it's friction with the box 


This kakak or sister is scanning the quality of the stick and do some double check on e'm


This auntie is organizing the matchbox 


Scene from above where the worker is helping each other.
Organizing the matchbox, put the labels on em and printing
out the labels


This old man is gluing the matchbox 



The auntie is doing some double check on the matches that
were put inside the matchbox


Although Encik Mahmood is the supervisor,he didn't mind
helping his coworker when he's free ( he said to me that it was
sleepy if he didn't do anything XD)



The whole scene from the above,dang it was scary but I manage
to capture the picture

                                        
The worker is pushing the boxes at the matchboxes section

 
Sooooooo many matchboxes,who wants one?


The whole scene from above 


 I spend about 2 hour inside the factory. It was that long because I spend about 1 hour touring inside the factory and the others was listening to Encik Mahmood's story . I like to listen to the old man's story. We talked about war,his wife,and the history of the match factory. Somehow this kind of experience is the one I'll never forget :).
After spending soooo much time inside the factory,it's time for me to go to the post production factory where the matches have been organized and will be packed to be send to various states and places. I spend about 30 minutes as my grabcar have arrived quite faster than I thought he would be 




The worker is piling up the boxes,probably for shipping purposes


One of the staff is wrapping the boxes before shipping it ( but most of them are for the ready stock one )


In front of the factory

Well I guess that's the end of my reallly loooong post. I hope this explains about my recent visit . Surely I hope I can discover and uncover a lots of Kelantan's historical places or even Malaysia ( if Allah wills ) .. That's it, Assalamualaikum and have a nice night

HanHanan
p/s: she likes to take a walk somewhere 

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the " I'm watching you " kind of mannequin . 
( image courtesy of myself )


Sometimes I'm kinda confused,wth I'm doing with this blog anyway ?

Most of the time, I write sappy sad damn story lol whatthee? or sometimes she's being random. Oh maaaineee. She's confused

I'm lost and confused,is this a blog for photos or some damn story?

Wowww..she's just confused man -_-.

But should I combine it? well I'm afraid this will go into my portfolio lol and my boss will see me posting this kind of sappy things and be like " are you really that kind of person han hanan?"

Oh well ...... dunno mann!

For now, I'm gonna keep writing what's on my mind. She's gonna keeeeep writiiiing over and over :). That's what she's gonna do FOR NOW lah..

okay back to 3d passes
Salam alaik

(p/s: ada nak tlg buat 2d mapping keee )

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I go back to my childhood, and I found myself being me :)
( image courtesy of myself )

Assalamualaikum , yes it's 9.35 am and I've woke up 3 hours before that. After completing my prayer,I sit at the living room, wondering what to do.

And I found myself wondering abt something. And that is..... my childhood .

I remember once I'd been bashed with my teacher and friends because of some misunderstanding, and that's what makes me scared to talk,to express myself to people.

Once, people talked bad about me because they think I am ' anak bandar' or ' dak dak KL ' because I was born at KL ( but at that time I study at Pahang ). 

I remember become so selfish that my friend used to avoid me at all costs,say bad things,spread mean things about me. I remember walking alone almost everyday.

I was used to it until now, I am okay walking alone. It's not as worst as u think it is.

I used to people said that " Hanan ni sombong " " Hanan ni itu " " Hanan ni ini " .... but at that time I admit . I AM SELFISH GIRL .

I didn't follow rules, I always do things on my own. I can be a bit bossy by ordered people do this and that. 

And that's when, God hit me up. Damnn hard.

He send me HIS biggest TRIBULATION . That makes me cried for 3 months.... but that also makes me feel SMALLER .  That has started a new habit in my life, QIAM .

I remember at that night, I cried because I am lost,I can't cried in front of my friends. I AM AFRAID.Instead I cried in front of HIM.

And after that, I had the most sweetest night ever. I can finally sleep . My life was a bit smoother.
And me? I tried my best to be the hanhanan that people would love. Ehh no!

The one that Allah's love :). And me myself love e'm.

That's when my classmates befriend with me, I got my humor ( never thought I am humorous before) , my teacher smiles at me and me? 

Well I am me :) ( open dato' Vida song ehh )..

At least right now I am being myself,but a better version of me . I tried to follow orders, befriend with others. Not having any bad intentions towards others and thinking myself that I am indeed.... what Allah's want me to be.

I hope that I can be like this,ehh no. I can be better :). That's the aim.

And for the childhood memories, well it wasn't all bad actually. I did got some of the good ones :). But I decided it's the best to talk about the bad ones, so that I can remind myself.

NO MATTER WHAT, BE KIND AND BE GOOD TO YOURSELF AND PEOPLE :).

That's it.
HanHanan

p/s : she loves to do 'lawak hambar ' right now :P
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the heavy cloud does resemble how I feel right now. 
Heavy and waiting for time to spill

 Salam alaik, it's been a really long time since I talk and chat and mumble or wtvr I've been doing. I am sorry to my blog for neglecting his/her ( wait. does blog have sex? well maybe IT ) IT feeling . IDK how blog feels but maybe it'll be full of spiderweb or wtvr stuff it's been around for such a short time.

Somehow,as I does blogging i do realize that part of me have been retrieve , It's that IDK why but I feel such a calamity surround me as I keep on talking with you, Maybe I do feel that you're the resemblance of someone that I used to talk,chat and idk spend my time with ? But yeah you're a non existent stuff or just an AI wtvr idk comp code or something/

I've been not well in my mind right now. Lots of thought pouring down my head as I continue to travel in my own piece of mind. I admit that I'm somewhat lost and need something to make me soulful again. I know how but the question is , Can i and WHEN ?

You see,for the past few years I've been dealing with something that's completely not my interest . I deal with imsonia , some damn migraine that keeps on haunting me and a dark circle that goes darker as the semester past by . 

Did I regret the choice? YES since it's not my choice. Then why did I FOLLOW ?


I HAVE NO PLACE TO GO TO AT THAT TIME. I AM LOST. I AM.... 

People got CHOICES, but sometimes they NEED to FOLLOW OTHERS. WHY? Because they're POWERLESS,they're JUST A KID.

Yes they are. And that's what people portray me at that time. Now I'm 18, somehow I feel like a LOST KID. Much lost than PeterPan in Neverland . Much lost than that

..............

In the end,I can't conclude anything from my post. I'm sorry, I guess it's a to be continued post (?). Apapun it's good to be 'home'

HanHanan



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\ image courtesy of myself, capture using Huawei P10 Plus / 


A human being of myself always being in doubt with herself

She doubt that she can be better everyday
She doubt that she can makes herself happy
She doubt that she'll be okay after a harsh storm

In the end,she died

Slowly...
But surely 

I live myself compared my life with other people who are better in photo,skills,technique than me myself. I doubt my ability,capability,skills and technique.

In the end, she doubt .

Is there any way I can escape from this doubt? Is there any way I'll feel better for myself.?

I'll always be grateful to mum and dad and bro. For never doubting me

For always be with me through thick and thin. For always be by my side.

She's doubting herself while others believe in her.

She's indeed a crazy one. A weirdo. A doubter .

For those who think that " Hey, do u even believe in God? Why be so doubtful ".

I never doubt God's plan . I doubt myself for not being the best in His plan. 

My path have been pave by Him. Somehow I'm happy I'm not walking through an asphalt one. Even though it's the most fast and easy.

But because the asphalt was cold,hard road. I'm worried I feel a sense of emptiness in that road.
For now, I'm quite satisfied with this kind of road.

Because this one is indeed not a perfect asphalt clean road. The one that I step carefully every time I make a step.

The one of a kind .

HanHanan 


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