If I were to be something like ‘The-Bond-Girls’ kinda girl, I have no doubt I would be ‘The-Ramlee-Girls’ kinda girl. Ramlee as in P.Ramlee, of course. Not Ramli Burger, excuse me!
I have had this never-ending crush on P.Ramlee that is greener than evergreen kinda green will ever be. The legendary man has stayed young in my mind as I still daydream of calling him Abang Ramlee when we would go for a date by the lake, sitting on the pangkin that is coincidentally there for us to memadu asmara, of looking but not looking at his sweet kumis tipis hiasan smiles, of singing with him the Saat Yang Bahagia Datang Sekejap Saja song while hanging sexily from the low branch of that Beringin tree in the park under the glowing moon.
When I write to my Abang Ramlee, my love letter would start with…
Kehadapan Abang Ramlee yang dinda kasehi lagi dinda cintai. Berat rasanya hati dinda mencoret tinta kaseh ini buat Abang Ramlee kerna hati dinda berat juga oleh rindu pada kanda. Walaupun demikian, wahai Abang Ramlee yang dinda puja… dinda doakan semoga Abang Ramlee gumbira tiada duka nestapa.
By now my tears would be rolling down my cheeks heaved with this rindu for a man as charming and as gentle as my Abang Ramlee. Forget about talent, a man does not have to be talented to be charming and gentle. He just has to have a loving heart. Talent is like my Abang Ramlee’s moustache. He had had it shaven clean, but it never wiped his irresistable smiles off of his face. And now thinking of my Abang Ramlee’s smiles at 3 o’clock in the morning, I wish he could be singing to me the part of the Pukul Tiga Pagi song that goes… ‘Besok petang kanda pulang, kita sembang panjang-panjang, dinda jangan bimbang…’
Oh Abang Ramlee! Sedih rasanya hati di dalam.
Questa è Enida 
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