Nyom nyom You gotta support Manchester United,son… nyom nyom Remember Liverpool is LiverFool… nyom nyom…

Yes, I understand that, dad!… nyom nyom nyom… I like the Glory Glory Man United song, dad… nyom nyom nyom… But mummy won’t let me watch English Premier League with you… nyom nyom … nyom nyom..

Nyom nyom nyom… Nothing can stop us, son… nyom nyom… We are Red Devils! nyom nyom nyom…

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The last time I rode on a bike was when I was in my first or second year in UM. I didn’t actually drive the thing but was only sitting at the back while my friend Maizirah drove her bike. Once we were going up First Residential College, near the corner around the studio on block A (is it Block A?) when we bump face to face or rather tyre to bumper with a white Proton Saga. I didn’t know where Maizirah had flown off but in a split seconds I was sprawled on the car’s front hood, tummy down, hands and legs wide apart. Like a very skinny starfish dried on the sand, or like a cicak sunbathing under the hot sun. I cannot remember if I had a helmet on or not but I suffered no injuries and Mai had scraped her knee. The car’s bumper part had fallen off totally. We were two very strong ladies.

During raya recently I rode on a bike again. It was my first time after the 1st College accident and Azman’s first in 7 or 8 years. We even took our baby son too. All three of us without helmets on. But for goodness sake IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!

From my mother’s house we rode around the block, then along the beach, then back to a couple of rounds at the neighborhood before heading home… We even rode pass the Police Station! Pahhh.. no police gonna fine us for not wearing helmets or anthing… This is my kampung ok! Miki is like Samseng Kampung Dusun, wa cakap lu!

Half way through the samseng kampung had fallen asleep in my arms. Must be the cool ocean breeze plus the warm motor smoke. We should do this more often, anytime Miki refuses to go to sleep, we will be going on a Rempik Ride…

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Dear my son Miki,

I am sure by the time you can read and understand this you have already known what Hari Raya is. In fact you have just celebrated your first raya last week! You were just 8 months and 2 weeks old but you were already clad in a tiny little Baju Melayu complete with songkok and a matching super cute kain samping.

All three of us wore orange baju rayas and yours looked like a perfect miniature of the one your daddy was wearing. It was very cute and more expensive than what I had on my entire body. Don’t worry son, I have kept the receipts, once you have started working, I will attached it to the expenses claim form and you can pay me back cash from your first salary. Oh and its okay honey, you don’t have to worry about my laundry charges, it has been absorbed your Daddy. Muah!

In the raya morning you woke up very early. You pooped on Daddy’s lap, taken your bath and had gone back to sleep like a peaceful little Pendekar Bujang Lapok. The photos here were taken at Daddy’s parent’s in Kedah. In the family photo of the three of us together, your demanding Grandma had insisted that I become a fake so I bet the next time our relatives see me on the cover of Vogue they will not recognize me for my head gear had pulled a Chipsmore sekejap ada sekejap tiada.

Anyway you had a great time there especially because all your cousins adore you and played with you all day long. You got really excited looking at your bigger cousins running around, if only you could walk on your own you would have followed them playing around the house, giggling, singing and hopping about.

You made gestures by gestures to ask us to carry you outside and follow the other kids lighting fire crackers in the dark. You love watching the exuberant fiery colors but you hugged you Daddy tight when the sound of Mercun Teloq Naga was on full blast! Cute!

You also telah disumbat dengan had a taste of kuih bahulu, ketupat and some raya cookies too. After what I have written about the Tragedy Kuih Apam, I wouldn’t wanna say anything anymore la kan….

Anyway balik kampong is very refreshing for both your Daddy and I. We get to unwind and relax and meet with our family members. They would serve us food and we would eat it. They would give you duit raya and I would keep it. For myself….

Over all we had a great raya this year! Thanks to you our little precious baby boy… You have brought Mummy and Daddy so much joy and lighted our spirits in Aidilfitri… Selamat Hari Raya, Miki!

Love,

Mummy

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