After 1990 I don’t think I can consider myself a citizen of our old, sleepy town of Sitiawan. I was always away most of the time, either to school, or to work. Since then I don’t believe I’ve stayed in Sitiawan for more than a couple of weeks. Usually it’s just for a couple of days. So if you’re familiar with Sitiawan as it is now. Picture it in your head: the four-lane roads, shophouses as far as the eye can see from Simpang Empat, road dividers with designated u-turns… That’s not the picture I remember if I think of Sitiawan. Here’s a series of photos of the town that Atok Irfan took back in the old days:   And later, as a teenager, you’d ride your bicycle there with your friends to take a dip in the water, then explore the jungles around it and meet some old Malay […]