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To Fitrizah, the immigration officer at the Port of Tanjung Pelepas, thank you for making it easy for us to exit Malaysia even though Bibik’s departure card was nowhere to be found. And ehem, hehe! I saw you main mata with my son in the back seat.

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To Mr. Tan Chye Chye, thank you for sharing the Tony Blair-and-his-scandalous-girlfriend story. Your taxi was probably the warmest one I have ridden in a long long time. And I am not talking about the air-conditioner. And yes, the hotel on Victoria Street right across from the Bras Basah Complex is formerly known as Allson Hotel. I love taxicab drivers who know their history.

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To Siva, the concierge at the Grand Pacific Hotel, who walked along my CRaVy through to the basement parking just to make sure I wouldn’t have to carry my own luggage… what can I say. I don’t only love your budi-bahasa. I love your bahasa as well.

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This Temasek Trip is too short!

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Mereka Merdeka

Much has been said about and on this Merdeka Day. Almost way too much. It has, like any other celebrations, become too commercialized for me to comprehend at times. When moderately and modestly done, nonetheless, this whole Merdeka event does bring tears to some eyes. Mine included.

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This Merdeka…I have no flag flying for the first time in the last few years. My Jalur Gemilang is still in the shipment, finding its way to St. Petersburg Port. And I have no idea when it is going to make its gemilang sailing towards Port Klang. But I am here. Dengan gilang-gemilang. Dan dengan hati yang merdeka. Saya di sini. I am home. And that’s all that matters this Merdeka.

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So today, in the spirit of Independence… I am taking my precious Malaysian Canadian children to Banting in the hope to see a little bit of some real kampung that I have not seen before. Who knows, maybe this is a prelude to our next Kampung Adventure Gear comes Raya. (I know for sure we will be in Cha’ah for Deepavali.)

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And while I follow my Garmin GPS to pick up my rider buddy, Ida Biker in Cheeding – no kidding and no cheating here – I am going to have some serious thoughts on Merdeka. Maybe I can come up with quotes like:

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  • “To free a nation, free the people from dirty toilets.”
  • “An independent nation is a nation who uses the public toilet just like their own private toilet.”
  • “Bukti kemerdekaan terletak pada kebersihan minda dan tandas kita.”
  • “Merdekakanlah minda kita dengan memerdekakan tandas kita dari jajahan kekotoran.”
  • “Tandas anda mencerminkan kemerdekaan minda anda.”
  • “Negara telah mengambil masa 53 tahun untuk membersihkan minda kita. Tetapi tandas kita tidak turut serta. Serang!”

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Well, you see… I have my own Merdeka Mission for next year already! The clue is : Education, Education, Education!

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Di Mana Enida Berada

Yes I am in Malaysia and enjoying every minute of it! My plans with the superbike and flying class have yet to see the light of day. But today I have been given another hope that Bibik MIGHT make it to Mesra this Sunday!

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I am around if you would like to touch base or make that first contact with me in person. My number is visible on Facebook if you are on my Facebook List. And if you are not, you can email me at enida@mail.com. Otherwise you can always fake a wrong number call to 397 4316 and try to sound like an Ah Pek or Ah So selling Kuih Bakul out of its season.

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And Dr. T, we can always pretend that we enjoy the Teh Ais  (tak cukup teh and tak cukup ais) at the hospital’s cafeteria during your tea break one of these afternoons, eh?

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Yes, I will make appearance with my Big Man, at all times (for my own safety).

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About Thinking

It must have been the Prairie air, the open space and Mom’s homemade bread. It must have been. For the first time in many many years, I get to enjoy my days and nights thinking about nothing. Yes, thinking about nothing.

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All these years I have been extremely busy thinking about something all the time. Anything at anytime. Never nothing. Always something. But now, here… though I am still actively thinking all the time, I am not bound to any particular thought at a time. I deal with one thought when I have to. Even then, I haven’t really had to.

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It is, for lack of a newer and a more bombastic word… a bliss! Just like being out there in the fields of gold, the Prairie bed.

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A bliss.

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So who painted my moon black?

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Speechlessly Seduced

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Seri Begawan

‘Selamat Kembali’ to my beloved reader from Brunei. Lama suda tiada saya nampak sudara berkunjung. Harap-harap semuanya bagus saja. Senang-senang nanti turun bah ke KK? Saya di situ kalau tidak June, July pasti lah. Di bawa pokok klapa I will wait for you… you, you, you, you!

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Romancing Roma

Rome peppered with a pinch of salt.

I’ve got Rome on my table.

When we came back to Moscow mid July, this card was waiting for us in the mailbox – a thought mailed from Rome, by KaCher. The card did not leave the dining table until a month after we arrived. It was getting a bit too much for Edrick to bear… being reminded of Aunty Mas, 7-10-20, and all the good times in Malaysia, every time at meal time.

This morning, walking back from taking Kaka to school, Edrick and I took the ‘Mailbox Route’ home to pick up the mail. I wasn’t expecting any – except for a card from Kitreena’s ex-classmate from Australian International School Malaysia. A card for Kitreena, of course. Why would her ex-classmate be writing to me?

The mailbox was empty. And that, oh-tedah-ly sent Edrick home in tears! I did not expect that he was expecting a mail going to be that disappointed. Seeing his frustration sent me home with a promise to mail us something at least once a week. Something. Even if it is a paid phone bill from last year.

Empty is not always a good thing. Kan?

 

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Vagabond

If we can't be beggars, we'll be choosers.

Three homeless people in St. Petersburg
who were neither beggars nor choosers.

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Car 10 Cabin 3

Ekkkkkspress raaakyat, cepat cepat, jangan terlambat!

 

Peace in a pod.

 

 Ekksspress ekksspress ekksspress raakkyaaaaat!

 

Yes, peace.

 

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