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Shanny is a Malaysian, residing in Switzerland. I got to know her through the NeedlesNCraft e-group. Last year I had the pleasure of meeting her in person at Tini’s place.

This year, Shanny is my Birthday X-change partner. For the exchange, we need to send to our partner some gift, preferably hand-made.

Remember the tatted bookmarks I produced some time ago:

I could not disclose then, but the blue one was meant for Shanny.

I also made this gold-filled 9Malay: suasa) chain for her, using the stones that I bought at a shop in Kelana Jaya Mall:

As for the stash (we needed to add at least 3 stash), I opted for a cross-stitch kit that I bought some time ago (Oh, no! I forgot to snap a pic of it). I hope the kit qualifies for the 3 stash types, because it has thread and fabric. I also added a piece of cotton to the package, hence the final package looks like this:

Shanny, I meant to add in a Japanese paper fan, when wrapping them I totally forgot about it! .

So, Shanny, I hope you like what I’ve got you. And I also wish you a wonderful birthday – may all your wishes come true!

Hope to see you again when you come back to Malaysia, ya!

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Last Sunday (18th July) I agreed to join Aisyah and the gang for a morning walk. I had not taken such walks for ages..

We started at 8.15am, feeling fresh:

We walked from Silverpark to the “loop road” and took a right turn to start a clock-wise walk.

We stopped at a few places, including the entrance to Bishop’s Trail and a bend we call “Eucalyptus Corner”:

There is a eucalyptus tree, whose leaves would give out the refreshing smell (similar to the minyak angin smell) from it’s eucalyptus oil in them.

We proceeded to Glenn House (where they shot the Petronas F1 commercial) which I think still belongs to KTMB :

We wanted to have nasi lemak for brekkie at the nearby stall, but unfortunately it was closed .

I always like the view of the golf course:

We continued our walk until we came to the clock tower, where a photo session is always recommended, especially for firt-timers:

while regulars like me just looked on:

The mat salleh lady behind me was waiting patiently for her turn to pose at the clock tower. No first visit to Fraser’s Hills is complete without a pose at this land mark!

Eventually we headed to the mosque. We were lucky that the newly refurbished cafe near the mosque was open for business!

Nice embience, really:

After the nice breakfast (no pic, photograper was busy indulging himself, hahaha!!), we decided to try the Hemmant Trail, after which we proceeded to Silverpark.

After a nice shower, DH and I took the 12 noon “down flow” to  come home while Aisyah and the gang continued to stay until they checked out later in the afternoon.

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We had not been to Fraser’s Hills for about 3 weeks. This was partly because we couldn’t find a suitable weekend, and also, yes, due to World Cup fever. There were in few times when we were free, but DH didn’t want to go there because he wanted to watch WC matches on HD!

So, last Saturday (17th July 2010), despite me feeling knackered (and missing my Needlecrafts meet in Ipoh)  we went there for an overnight stay.Furthermore DH also had to meet up with someone there.

Nik carries a blog about the meet here.

My friend, A had told me much earlier that she was coming up too, because her niece had booked an apartment in Silverpark. When she told me about it, I didn’t promise her anything, because (as I told her), I was supposed to go to Ipoh, and will only detour to Fraser’s Hills on our way back, if we were up to it.

Leaving home just before 11am, we managed to catch the (1.00pm-1.40pm) uphill flow and by 2pm we were busy cleaning the apartment.

Here’s a shot of my Lady in Red near the Selangor Dam. No, I didn’t drive the car that weekend. Only posed for the photo shot .

We were relieved to find there was no more leaking in the lounge, but we found out that there was sipping water at the corner of our bedroom:

On close inspection, we found saw some broken roof tiles for the lower unit, and suspected the same thing for our roof.

DH immediately contacted En Yatim from the resort, who soon came to repair the roof below:

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Managed to contact Aisyah in the late afternoon. She came over with her gang. Here’s a shot at our balcony:

We went outside, and DH managed a few more shots.

Of them, “trying” my car:

Us chatting:

We even spotted a bird on a branch of the Australian bottle-brush:

(I’ve trying unsuccessfully to upload this one pic!)

I didn’t offer dinner to them because I simply had nothing in the apartment. They told me they brought ingredietnts for steamboat,  and invited us instead ot their unit. DH wanted to check the new food court area, so we declined and ended having our dinner at the new place (with many familiar faces/operators).

Later that night, when I went to the resort lobby to get access ti their Wifi (hence Internet), I came across Aisyah and the gang again. This time we decided to rent the karaoke room for 1 hour (RM for 1 hour). We were told that (at 9pm)  it was already closed, but after persuatuon from us, the girls at the counter and the guys who were in charge of the karaoke room agreed  .

I sms-ed DH to tell him that I was in the karaoke room, but when he came, I had already finished the rendition of “Doa Buat Kekasih” with Aisyah, hahaha! So, he only managed this photo:

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I came across the phrase RT (retail Therapy) from some of my “Mak Cik Blogger” (blogging aunties) friends, esp Kay.

Two office mates and I booked our Jakarta tickets some time ago, and last Saturday (15th May 2010) was the departure day.

We were really aiming to shop till we drop and nobody brought a camera! Why would we need a camera, we were not playing tourists, hahaha!! We however had our phones (though mine doesn’t have roaming facility) that have built-in cameras. Hence all the pix here were taken using my phone camera.

Day 1

Armed with a few millions rupiah (yeah, we were millionaires that day!), we arrived at LCCT at 6am (having checked in online the day before). It was a fast move to the departure lounge because we were not carrying any check-in luggae (hence skipped the baggage drop).

Our plane left at 7am, and arrived at Soekarno Hatta Airport 2 hours later, at 8am local time. By 9am we were already at Tanah Abang!!

Oh, by the way, I met Tini of Snazzy and Such on the plane. She was accompanying her friend for some shopping too!  Our path crossed again at the food court in  Tanah Abang!

First stop was at the textile shops for bargain on cotton fabrics. I managed to take these pix:

It looked so much similar to the shop that I blogged (about wanting to visit).

The shop not so cheap, but we found others that offer better prices. One of them was this one:

My friend looking at some of the cotton:

while I looked at those outside the shop:

After this second shop, I totally forgot to take any other pic, and just engrossed myself in the RT .

We had our lunch of nasi padang  at the food court in the (Tanah Abang) shopping complex. It was simple but delicious. I also had one of the best cendols I’ve tasted so far too.

After lunch, when our initially almost empty hand-carried bags were full, and we had just too many plastic bags to carry, we took a cab to our abode for our stay there, the Traveller’s Hotel.

We took a rest until it was time to have dinner. We asked the reception for some suggestions of places to go. The guy suggested “Mall of Indonesia”. We didn’t hear it right, and when we tried to tell the cab driver, he (the driver) asked us back “Grand Indonesia?”. Clueless, we said yes. Little did we know we were heading to downtown Jakarta, and it was Saturday night! We ended up spending quite some time in the traffic jam before we eventually reached the place.

Grand Indonesia is too grand for our purses, so we only had dinner, bought some foodstuff and headed back to our hotel. The dinner was pricey but nice and tasty. I took some pix but somehow I could not find them in my phone, I wonder why…

Day 2

Well rested the night before, we excitedly had our breakfast early, because the destination for that morning was Pasar Pagi (Morning Market) at Mangga 2. As the name suggests, we thought the place would open early, but when we asked the concierge to get us a cab to the place, he smiled at us and told us that the place started business at 10am!

Argh…. Disappointed, we went back to our room and watched tv instead (we caught an episode of Upin & Ipin!).

At  9am we however agreed to take a gamble and headed for the market. We agreed that if we arrived early, we’d just wait at the entrance to the shopping complex. We had a pleasant surprise – there were quite a number of shops open and bustling with transactions!! One of the first things we did was to get ourselves a check-in bag each! We needed these bags to put in the goods that we’d bought and were going to buy . I also managed to buy a Simpati prepaid call card and called Yudi (an Indonesian friend who was my coursemate during my training in Tokyo in 2004)  and Norita (a Malaysian friend who lives in Jakarta).

To cut the story short, we ended our visit with an early lunch at the food court. The food that we chose that day were not as nice as the nasi padang that we had the day before.

After lunch, we took a cab back to our hotel, to drop the bags and the stuff that we bought at Mangga 2 (Pasar Pagi).  We then went back to Tanah Abang. Yes, Tanah Abang. We were there until the shops were about to close (they close at about 4pm-5pm).

We then had no choice but to go back to our hotel to rest .

Since we missed going to “Mall of Indonesia” (or locally known as MOI) the night before, we were determined to go there that night. I told Norita about it, and we agreed to meet up there. So that night, we went to MOI and met up Norita and hubby, Endi.

Here’s a pic of Norita and Endi choosing the dishes (we gave up trying to understand the menu):

My 2 “partners-in-crime” whiling away:

Norita treated us to a Sunda meal. It was delicious and I remember to snap a few more pix .

The way they served the sambal belacan was really attractive:

Similarly with another sambal:

More dishes:

And I love the sayur asam:

The main ingredients were buah malinjau and its shoots.

I know the seeds are used to make a type of crackers (keropok) that i love, as shown in this pic. That night it was the first time I saw the seeds in the soup:

Ah, enough about the food. In short, the dinner was wonderful!!

Before we parted, we thanked Norita and hubby for the wonderful dinner. Luckily we remembered to have a photo of me with them taken:

Hope to see Norita soon in KL, when she comes down to KL for some official tasks.

Day 3

We were leaving for home that afternoon. I had no more rupiah in my purse (I even owed S a few hundreds rupiahs!). Initially we were planning to just rest in our hotel room before we leave for the airport.  The temptation was high, and we found ourselves at Mangga 2 (ITC) again that morning, looking for more bargains! I resisted buying anything until I came across some chiffon head scarves that I couldn’t resist. So, I borrowed more rupiah from S and bought them.

We came back to our hotel in time for a brief rest, before we checked out and headed to the airport. Our flight was on time.

While in the plane I saw Air Asia’s new advert on the tray:

I thought the kitten looked so cute, don’t you?

We landed at KLIA at 5.50pm, and by 7pm I was home, cooking dinner for my family!

Now, that was a short and sweet RT outing!

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Last Saturday 8th May 2010,  I managed to have a very noisy but enjoyable gathering for some ladies who used to go to the same secondary school as me. It took us a few weeks of contacting as many friends as possible to make the event successful. Means of communications – sms, email, phone calls and Facebook announcements!

It was a pot-luck event (I love potlucks, because I didn’t have to prepare so much, despite being the hostess ).

I didn’t take any photo, but Kak Fatihah’s daughter took some very nice shots.

Nury and I prepared nasi kerabu (a typical Kelantanse dish) with pseudo-“daging bakar” and fried chicken. We had so much food on the table – spaghetti, quiche, sweet desserts, fruits, soft drinks, and the grand dessert was lompat tikam, also a traditional Kelantanese sweet dish.

When I told some of the friends that Sally was to bring the lompat tikam a few of us reminded me and Sally that the colour of the glutinous rice had to be RED!

Let’s see some of the pix:

Here’s the pulut (glutinous rice) with coconut & salted fish:

We played these blu-ray discs (that arrived just the day before) as side entertainment:

They had to work for their meal, but that didn’t stop them from chatting:

Looking at some old photos:

Finally it was real chow time (no time to lay out the dishes nicely):

This particular lady sure ate a lot:

She could afford to do so because she works out everyday!! And on that day she made up to me by doing the dishes :

The “lompat tikam” arrived a bit late:

Soon it was on the dining table (yes, the glutinous rice was red ):

When it was time for some to go home (while others were yet to arrive), there was more than enough for everyone to tapau:

But not before we had a group photo:

And a not so formal one:

When it was time for some to leave, another lady had just arrived (with more food!!):

A few more arrived later, but the camera girl had gone home by then .

Anyway, it was a great day for me. Thank you ladies for coming. To those who could not make it, don’t worry, because some of us were already talking about the next gathering!

All pix courtesy of Kak Fatihah & daughter..

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First, last night DH took me to Ramli Sarip’s “Tafsiran Alam” concert at Dewan Filharmonik Petronas.

The last time I was there was when I went to watch Dato Khatijah Ibrahim’s concert last year with Aisyah (DH bought the tix for him and me but when the time came, he had to go to USA for some business meets).

Anyway, back to last night, it was a good show by our Papa Rock. I enjoyed the sing along parts too especially for the songs “Ku Di Halaman Rindu”, “Kamalia” and “Doa Buat Kekasih”. If for Dato Khatijah’s concert, Ramli was a guest, this time Ramli decided to have Misha Omar instead. I used to like Misha’s singing, but last night she didn’t really impress me. Her too tight for comfort dress made her look uncomfortable, and it looked like she tried too much to sing well that it looked stressful to me.

But Ramli Sarip really rocked! There were times that I was worried that he might have a heart attack, but he did very well. Man Kidal was one of the guitarists, and the repertoire of the musicians were entertaining too. Despite having the concert in such formal hall, they still maintained a rock ambience.

There was  a moment when DH pointed to the cameraman (while Misha was singing solo). DH wanted to tell me that the lens he (the cameraman) was using was very sensitive (and expensive too) that there was no need to use flash. I looked at the cameraman on duty, and saw half of his face (from nose upwards). I told DH that the cameraman looked like Bazuki, my high school junior.

True enough, at the end of the show, I met up with Bazuki, as well as another schoolmate, Hilmy. We had a great time admiring Bazuki’s hugh lenses.

Here’s a pic of DH with Bazuki and Hilmy’s eldest son, affectionately known to us as Along (his name is Hakym ):

And here’s a pic with Hilmy:

And here’s a pic of old schoolmates :

And I just had to have this pic taken :

It was a wonderful outing, despite being a week night…

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While I was in Tanah Merah, I found out that an old friend was having a wedding reception for her child. Without hesitation, I decided to go, even though my brother was concerend that there was no invitation for me. I don’t need to have any invitation to meet up with Kak Yah!

Here are some shots of me with Kak Yah taken during the meet. Kak Yah in the middle, with my favourite cousin on the right.

It was really emotional for both of us:

Another shot:

I tell you why…

Kak Zakiah, or Kak Yah, as I used to call her, was our neighbour during my primary schooling years. Her (late) mum was my mengaji teacher. I used to hang around her house even after the mengaji session. Kak Yah’s elder sister, Kak Pah (Afifah – I thought that’s a beautiful name. She’s as beautiful as her name!) was also close to me. However, it was Kak Yah who had the same “wavelength” of thinking as me .

Both Kak Pah and Kak Yah used to come and spend the night with us (us means my late mum and me only – this was before my brother came to live with us). There were days that while mum went to madrasah or to the market, Kak Yah and I would play my record player (yeah, those vinyl disc-shaped thingy) with the volume to the maximum, and wouls sing along. This is something that Kak Pah would never do!! Mum would come home while we were enjoying the vinyl albums and scolded both of us, hahaha!!! Let’s see if I can remember some of the albums (EPs and LPs) that I used to own:

1. Sanisah Huri
2. Hasnah Haron
3. Sharifah aini
4. Sugiman Jahuri
5. S Rohani & S Ahmad
6. Ahmad Jais
7. Pyar ke Mausum
8. Akhir Sebuah Impian
9. Rahimah Rahim

I think that was about it..

Here’s the recent photo taken with Kak Pah:

I used to tell my FIL, MIL & DH that Kak Yah & Kak Pah once took me with them to spend a night in Pasir Senor (near Temangan)- where their uncles/aunties lived. We went to the Kelantan river to look for etaks, then went to the watermelon farm/garden to eat watermelon straight from its plant.

Now what else do I share with Kak Yah (that I didn’t share with Kak Pah)…. Ah, yes… When her uncle was interested to have me as his girlfriend, he passed his letters via Kak Yah!! Initially I didn’t know what to do. It was Kak Yah who encouraged me to reply his letters, hahaha! What a mentor! In those days, we kids thought it was cool to have someone special – to write to and receive letters from.That was about it, no meeting, nothing! Just exchanging letters, can you believe that??? What do you expect when that guy’s dad was the tok guru (religious senior guy) of the village? Yeah, he (the father) was the imam of the madrasah where mum and I used to frequent for our prayers. My house is at the border of a pondok (an enclosure where people come to stay to practise and learn more about Islam).

I’m sleepy… Will continue tomorrow.. Please be patient because it’ll get more interesting!!! Hahahah!!

As continued on 29th March 2010:

So, there was a few letters being exchanged. Then, Kak Pah came to me and told me that another uncle (the first guy’s elder brother!) was interested in me too!!! Hahaha!!! What to do? Of course I was flattered. Then before I knew it, I was receiving letters from the elder brother. (Now.. no wonder my BM was quite good in those days, as compared to others!).

Eventually both brothers found out that they were after the same girl! Oh, didn’t I mention that the younger brother went to a local school and was quite popular with his school female friends too? One girl was so interested in him, and got very jealous with me, hahaha! I thought to myself, what the heck? Soon I backed off from the  relationship. It was ended without us ever meeting each other – only exchanging glances during gatherings and Raya. The guys’ elder sister found out, and instead of becoming angry, she found it amusing. She was however more in favour of me continuing my so called “relationship” with the bigger  brother. This bigger brother went to a religeous school and was more matured than his (a bit of a Romeo) younger brother.

I think I went on writing to the older brother for quite a while, until eventually I too gored bored with the correspondence and we stopped it (I think I must be the one who stopped it first).  Soon I went to a boarding school and forgot all about these .

Right until now (maybe except for my best friend, Siti) I don’t think many knew about this, except for Kak Yah, Kak Pah and their aunty. I have almost forgotten about this until the recent meeting with Kak Yah.When we met that day, we were so excited to see each other, and I am sure deep inside us (at least deep inside me), there was this feeling – the sudden unspoken reminiscence of good old days!!

So that was it, part of my growing up – a two very harmless “love affairs”, hahahaha!!!!!

I wonder if we (Kak Yah & I) can still sit together and share stories like we used to?

Anyway, here’s a group pic taken that day:

BTW, my cousin (extreme right) was my “rock” during my turbulence years. She was and still is very special to me. She’s the one who knew what I went through after my mum’s passing, and she was always ears to my sorrow. She was really like the sister I never had. She told me her predicaments too and always warned me to avoid such predicaments. She surely was my confidente then! I’ll write about her one day..

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Touhid was one of my classmates during my e-Learning training at CICC, Japan in 2004. Together with other friends we had some great outings together while we were there. Since we left CICC, I’ve met some of the others during my travels:

1. Yudi in Jakarta
2. Mr Hiep & Mr Binh in Hanoi
3. Siriwan in Bangkok
4. Liang in Beijing.

Apart from meeting them there, Mr Hiep, Siriwan and Yudi had visited Kuala Lumpur and we had some time together too.

Last Thursday was Touhid’s turn to visit Kuala Lumpur. It was not really a visit.  Touhid and his family were on their way back to Gold Coast (he is a PhD student in Brisbane) from his homeland, Bangladesh. They arrived via MAS at 7.30am, and they were going to take the 9.40pm Air Asia flight to Gold Coast.

So, I took the day off and went to KLIA to fetch them. Rosaline,  Touhid’s missus is a charming lady. Rohn (the son) was shy but Anna (the daughter) is really a smart girl. I’ll tell you why later.

After leaving KLIA, our first destination was the LCCT to “dump” a couple of huge baggage at the “Baggage Storage” service. I could not send them back to LCCT later that day, so we thought it would be better to keep the bigger bags at LCCT so that it would be more convenient for Touhid and family to find their way back to LCCT from down town KL.

We then drove into Putrajaya. The obvious stop was the Putrajaya mosque. Despite being still early (about 9am), it was already very bright and hot, as can bee seen here:

We then stopped at McD (along the NKVE) for brunch before heading towards Genting Highlands.

It was my first time on the Genting cable car, and Touhid and I reminisced on our trip to Hakone (Japan) where we took a couple of cable cars, trains, and a river cruise – all in one day!

Here’s one shot as we went up to the top:

We only had less than 1 hour at the top, and since the outdoor theme park only offers day-passes, we had to give it a miss.

We then went to the Indoor Theme Park, and found out that we could buy RM8 tickets for single. Not to disappoint his kids, Touhid bought a couple of tickets:

His son insisted on the Ferries Wheel:

While Touhid took the ride, I looked around. The indoor park has changed a lot since the last time I was here (almost 10 years ago!).

I was surprised to see some gondolas:

On close examination only I noticed that they are mechanically operated, and the “Italians” in black and while shirt are just dummies:

Ah , well… I’ll wait for my real gondola ride in Venice – one day.. one day…

In the mean time, Touhid managed to get his kids another ride on the Merry-go-round before we had to head towards the cable car station.

We agreed that the signage in Genting can be improved a lot. Many a time we followed the signage only to come to a point where there was no more signage to our destination. We were grateful to Anna for being very observant and quick to retrack our paths! A smart 9-yr old girl she surely is!

We took our cable car ride down at 2pm. The first part of the ride was covered with clouds and the kids were so excited (actually, adults too!) to be “in” the clouds.

I finally left Touhid and family at KLCC (that’s the no.1 destination for Anna) at 3.30pm and headed back to Shah Alam. I had some other commitments to attend to hence I could not be with them any longer.

As I was saying goodbye to them, Rosaline handed over this little container to me:

When I was at a traffic light (getting into Jalan Sultan Ismail), I opened up the container and was pleasantly surprised to see the contents:

It’s a set of pearl necklace and earrings! Thank you Rosaline, I love them.

Soon we had to leave,

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Today I managed to make this bracelet for my friend, Siti.

I also decided to make a simple matching brooch for her. I promised to send these tomorrow, as my belated birthday gift for her. I used grey Swarovski crystals and Japanese imitation pearls.

While I was at it, I decided to re-do Nury’s broken crystal bracelet as well as her fresh-water pearl bracelet that was too tightly strung. So, Nury, here are your bracelets:

I used the extra crystals to make the brooch but I could not do the same with the pearls because the holes are too small for the pin. So I decided to have the dangling pearls added to the bracelets. I hope Nury likes it. And Nury, sorry for keeping the bracelets for so long…

Footnote: I used gold-filled wires (suasa) and gold-filled  little beads for all the bracelets, so they shouldn’t tarnish.

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From Facebook, I found out that 4 of my acquaintances have their birthday today! Happy birthday to the following:

1. Khim
2. M Yusof D
3. Zulina

And, last but definitely not least, my dear friend, Siti.

(got this pic from her Facebook album)

Many know her as Associate Prof  Dr Siti Hamin, a lecturer in The School of Language Studies and Linguistics, UKM. To me she’s a very dear friend who deserves to be mentioned in my blog. I know that I should have written about her earlier, but well.. it’s better late than never.

I first came to know her in January 1970 (God! It’s 40 years ago!) when I first came back to Kelantan, and joined the class 2 Brown, in the only English school in Tanah Merah (now known as SRK Sri Suria I). Here’s a class pic of 2 Brown 1970 (thanks to Razmi) with me sitting 5th from right while Siti was seated 3rd from right.

It didn’t take long for us to hit it right. By primary 4 we were cycling to school together! I remember we used to have rattan bags as our schoolbag. It was not because we could not afford the boxy schoolbag typical of those days, but we just thought it was cool .

One of us (I think it was me) had the bag that looks like this:

Ti, I tried to google for our rattan bags but couldn’t find any that is exactly like ours. I guess they don’t make those bags anymore?

Back to Siti, we even had out hats of the same design, to wear each time we cycle to school or to any extra curricular meet. We were both in the Brownies too.

I remember that both Siti and I liked to visit each other during school holidays and over the weekends. I especially loved going to her house because there were so many Malay novels, that belonged to her brother. I could say that my first exposure to Malay literature was from those books that I regularly borrowed.

When we were in Primary 5, some of our teachers (especially Mr David Foo and Cikgu Nik Mat Dek) gave some free tuitions at night, in school. I think it was about 2km cycle from my house, if not more. In those days, my house (which was on a small street parallel to the main road) didn’t have electricity. Siti’s house was on the other side of the main road (The Tanah Merah-Jeli road) and Siti’s brother would cycle with her to my house and then he would cycle back with us until we reached the main road. Only then he would let us cycle on our own to school. When we came home, Siti would cycle with me to my house, and we would wait for her brother to fetch her back.

In those days, Tanah Merah was still considered a “Black Area” . I think the black area was in reference to communist threat.

Siti was my confident when I was in Primary school. She was my first close friend. We were in the same class from Primary 2 all the way to Primary 6.  We had many great times together, though I can’t specifically remember them. I think we climbed my guava and rambutan trees together. We went visiting friends together too.

When I went to a boarding school, I seldom saw her anymore. We grew further and further apart after my mum passed away and I hardly went back to that house I used to stay. My brother took over the house while I spent most of my holidays in Johor, either with my late dad and step mum or with my late aunt.

Siti, my memory is failing on how we managed to trace each other again. But I know in early 1990s, I visited her in her home in Bandar Baru Bangi, and since then we’ve in an “on and off” communication status. Thanks to Facebook, we are now regularly in contact again.

So, in this blog entry, I would like to wish Siti a very Happy Birthday. Before it’s too late, I just want to remind her (I am sure she knows this) that she is a very special friend to me. Never mind that for the past 3 decades or so, we are not that close, and we have both found our different circles of friends. To me, Siti was my first close friend, and she was a great company for a great 5 (growing up) years. Thank you Siti for that!

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