Today was such a day, at least, a part of it. Before I was home permanently in Malaysia, Hadie spend quite some time with her parents. That's easy, it's the same house, though we divided it in two parts. However, the garden we share and we basically all the time can hear from each other …
In Paris is the metro with their typical entrances, the squeezing of rubber wheels, the typical sound of iron, the smell of piss, Paris, yesssss, you are a magnet attracting people from every corner of the planet!
Nasi - lema-what?? Let me explain. Mat saleh/matsaleh/how-ever-you-write-it, means.... me! Or, anyone with a white skin in Malaysia, either living permanently or a tourist or whoever. In another post I mentioned Malay, Malaysian-Chinese and Malaysian-Indian as main ethnic groups beside the original inhabitants, but, maybe Malaysian-matsaleh can be a minority ethnicity as well?!?! Anyway, there …
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Somehow, no matter where I travel through Malaysia, getting to know my new country, everything revolves around food. I think I have mentioned food already in many posts about Malaysia and, true, many good moments are in presence of food! It was Friday. And on Fridays we always have our 'cheat day' from cooking ourselves …
Many interesting questions will be answered. Why is one country developed and the other not? How does a country develop? What are some stigmas we shouldn't have?
All revolves around..... Heat! That's an obvious no-brainer, still it has its consequences in daily activities. Are you ready for it?
After a long week it finally was Sunday. Weeks always feel too long, especially when there is work to do on the Saturday as well. After a week it is always longing to sleep in, to be in bed, to relax, to be comfortable laying in each others arms, looking at each other thinking "should we get up already"? No. not yet, absolutely not yet. And our heads fell back on the pillow.
It was still before midday. The sun was out, not too warm, just yet, and it was quiet. That particular morning, a couple of days ago, to me a morning not to forget. My parents in law "gardening" and harvesting coconuts, to break them, and having nice coconut juice!
Poverty, poor, impoverished, deprived, deprivation, and everything with 'a lack of-something' are words, or concepts that are widely used but nobody can give a clear answer to what it really is.