i'll keepon playing.
name.Md. Hidhir
gender.Male
age.16++
dob.25 November 1989(Presents!!)
school.Innova Junior College
what i want. friends, world peace, 7A1s, change my password so mojo jojo couldn't come in
what i don't want. certain people to exist,little bros
fav songs. kelly clarkson's n evenescence's n many many more
my lifeas itis.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Decades ago, long before I was born, there lived seven siblings, Indonesians that were people of Palembang (differentiated from the Bugis, Achenese, Balinese...Palembangese?). If you remember from secondary school history classes, it was a prince of Palembang who gave Singapore its name and who later wnet on to found Malacca. These seven siblings were descended from the
Panglimas, a caste of warriors who were mostly distantly related to the royal line.
In search of a better life, they decided to set sail. They have heard of the colonies of Indonesians who have made their homes in the Malay Peninsular, then under British rule, that were said to be more prosperous than can ever be dreamed of. Setting sail on their
rakit, a seaworthy type of boat, they set sail from Palembang, located on the island of Sumatra, to what is now present day Malaysia. Some descended on Muar, some on Malacca, the rest on Penang. Among those who stopped at Malacca, there was one who became known as Tok Bakar, a blacksmith. His skill as a metalworker was a source of pride for his Kampung, enough to later name the street his workshop was located in after him: Jalan Tok Bakar.
Tok Bakar later fathered children who later went on to grandchildren and more descendents, among whom is my paternal grandmother. So it appears that I'm descended from the
Panglimas of Palembang, which according to my father, explains my family's generally tall stature because, for apparent reasons, those who are chosen to be warriors are most often tall and well built. I can attest to the tall part i think.
My mother was from a Chinese, Teochew, family that had too many mouths to feed and thus was put up for adoption and later accepted by a childless Malay family. My mother's Malay family was, according to her, the wealthiest in the village, with them being one of the few able to afford a house made of bricks and education for her and her other, adopted brother. She was leter the only one from her village to graduate from high school and later on went to complete her 'A' levels. Then, due to financial constraints after her father retired, she went on to join the CID branch of the police force and later on met my father who was working with airport security. At that time she was already a divorcee, with three children from a previous marriage. Then I was born.
So apparently, I have cousins and relatives who are Teochew and Malaysians who I don't really know at all, save for a few. My father, when told of the tale of the seven siblings by my grandmother, was sceptical of course, until he met an uncle and another relatiove who narrated the same story. And who later onpassed it to me.
I guess I really want to remain attached to whatever history and heritage my family has.
Not sure why I posted this....
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2:08 PM
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