I grew up believing at the end of the road is where I'd meet the woman I would love with everything I got. She's the prettiest anyone had ever seen, with hair so golden and lips so red that folks would say to me something like, your missus is Elizabeth Taylor in real life. And the end of the road where the sun shines real bright, I grew up believing, is where my home would be. Somewhere far from Dungun, some place with a name like Ireland or something because I don't want to have anything to do with Dungun anymore what with folks behaving funny and laugh at things like if you are a child like the rest of the children in the village, how come your father has never came home?
posted by Bergen at
2:40 PM
2 Comments:
Assalamualaikum Sir Bergen,
While making rendang tonight in a home not mine, I suddenly was struck by the memory of you. It took me some time to remember your blog name (although I remember clearly your REAL name! Hah :D). And to get to your blog identity, I had to close my eyes and think hard about your last blog entry I remember reading. And then it hit me, a picture of you in ihram, and a mention of KT and AG. And like Nancy Drew with very little sleuthing skills, I went through 7 years of blog entries and finally ended up here. And it took all of 30 minutes!
I wanted to wish you a lovely Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, and Maaf Zahir Batin!
AiA (7 years ago!)
Thanks, Ailin. Are your children with you?
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