Unknown Butterfly Quotes

Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it turned into a butterfly.

We are the wings of a butterfly, bound together with the love of God.

You can chase a butterfly all over the field and never catch it. But if you sit quietly in the grass, it will come and sit on your shoulder.

Children

Let the little children come to Me,
and do not forbid them;

for of such is the kingdom of heaven.

(Matthew 19:14 NKJV)

Johor: Kukup III

The last programme of our package tour before lunch was to visit the "kelong" (floating fish farm).

A teenage boy entertained us by showing us all kinds of fish:
jellyfish,

fugu,

and king crab.

Before we returned to our boat,

I caught a wonderful image of the picturesque "kelong" and the blue sky with white clouds. I thank God for providing Malaysians with abundant seafood.

Johor: Kukup II

The next morning, we checked out from our chalet to visit Pulau Kukup.

As we were in Malaysia where everything "boleh" (can), nobody made noise even though we were more than 38 passengers in the boat and not given any life jackets.

The island is located at about 1km offshore from the fishing village where we spent the previous night.

To preserve this unique habitat in Malaysia,

the mangrove island was gazetted a national park in 1997

and was granted the status of a "Wetland of International Importance" in 2003.

When we saw the suspension bridge, my niece Zer Ning was too scared to walk on it, so her mother stayed with her.

Mum was very excited.

Zer Yih was reluctant in the beginning. With his father's encouragement and company, he finally also crossed the bridge.

We continued to walk along the boardwalk to see different species of mangroves and other plants.

As Ping worked in Johor Bahru, I hardly had occasions to travel with her.

This time thanks to Leong's arrangement,

we managed to gather together for this trip.

Johor: Kukup I

When I was small, I once followed my eldest brother Seng to his high school classmate's house built on stilts over the water in Kukup. I still remember the freshness of the sweet-sour fish with chopped tomatoes, green peppers and oignons, and the taste of fried mussels which were carrying a slight taste of petrol.

This time, I went to this fishing village again with Mum, my sister Ping and third brother Leong's family on a package tour. The trip was organized by the Chinese High School staff. As there were eight from our family, we occupied a whole van while others took a bus.

Most bridge roads of the village were built with concrete.

We could still find the trace of the earlier material which was the wooden planks.

Ping told me that the house purchasers there were not allowed to take bank loans. I imagined some luxurious house owners must be extremely rich.

It took us about ten minutes' walk to reach our chalet which was deep inside the village.

It was a spatious residential house. Linked to the floating house was a colourful bridge for couples' datings or other small gatherings.

From our chalet, we could see the mudflats

and the sea.

The living room was immediately conquered by karaoke amateurs

while the terrace was preferred by mahjong players.

I was not interested in either activity. Let me take a nap first!