I have been thinking about so many things. Remembering a lot more than I thought I could. While having a teruja time chatting with my best friend, Cik Nan, recently I recalled this. There used to be this DJ petang-petang on RMKT. Or was it RMIK, tak ingat. Sometime in the late 80’s it was. Very philosophical. He could be downright jiwang at times, but never shallow. You know…the ‘deep’ sort? If it wasn’t Ainol Jamal, it must have been Chuari Selamat. What I remember se’sangat though, was the oh-ha’ah-lah-it’s-so-true kind of pesan he used to say at the end of his slot:
“Sesungguhnya hidup ini…banyak soalan, kurang jawapan.”
Here I was munching away – dengan penuh kelazatan – on kuih Batang Buruk sent to Cik Nan through me by her sister (I got some as an upah. Thanks mate!) And I got thinking. The Batang Buruk is so sedap. But would it leave a bad taste in your mouth if you were to be nice and change its name to uh… Batang Sedap?
The much sought-after batang ever known to humankind.
Questa è Enida 
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