I have been planning the trip for quite a while now. A trip to Kota Bharu. My home town. It has been like what? 5 years?
I just wanted to experience staying at one of the most prestigious hotels there is in town with the boys. Planning to take a dip or two in the swimming pool as early as my morning can be, feeling the cleaner air of my hometown, listening to the much missed morning resonances of the crickets, the chirping morning birds and the morning breeze I used to embrace routinely every time I woke up for school when I was still a younger version of me. Away from the loud ruckuses and noises of the moving machines of the KL city.
I want to visit my kampung, the endearing and lovable Kampung Lundang Paku, or London Park as my old friends and I used to call her and walk down some memory lanes. To reminisce some of the old spots where I used to religiously loiter with my friends every night smoking 20 cents a piece cigarettes before running back into the mosque for our Isya' prayer. Yes, we were notorious, young and dangerous and yet still found time to do what we were there to do.
I want to drive along the road that I used to use, riding my black Raleigh bicycle to reach school every morning. I tried to reach school as early as possible, or at least earlier than Mamat, my classmate who was the son of Mak Wan the canteen operator. He is always the first to arrive. Well, his house was like a few paddy fields away from school where as mine was like a kilometer. I want to see the old scary jungle, the old swamp, the old brick factory, the old paddy factory, the rubber estate, the paddy fields and the good old Sekolah Kebangsaan Beta Hulu, my old playground while I was growing up and wanted to become a postman. When I was smaller, my grandfather used to take me to school on his Basikal Tua. I would be sitting behind him staring at the morning sky counting the myriads of stars above me.
I crave for the tranquil night air of Kota Bharu. I want to witness again its beautiful people. I want to go and buy the much missed Nasi Kuning. My grandmother used to buy me a bungkus of the delicious Nasi Kuning every time she comes back from Town. You see Nina, my grandmother was one amongst the many Kelantanese women who crowded the well-known Pasar Besar Siti Khadijah before her sons and daughter, my uncles and aunt, told her to take a break. Once she showed me the location where she had to wait for the transport home. And it’s a long walk from the Padang Bas Night Market, where my much loved Nasi Kuning was being sold. It brought tears to my eyes.
I want to experience my favorite Kelantanese cuisine, the ever so mouth-watering Daging Kerutuk. It is by far one of the many important reasons why I wanted to visit Kota Bharu. I missed the spicy dry kuah on top of a plate (or two) Nasi Putih in front of me. What better way to entice things up, if not with a bit of Budu Cap Ketereh in the picture. Pure fucking Holocaust.
I just cant wait. Kota Bharu here I come.
p/s: Next time Na, I will bring you along. Insya Allah. I can guarantee that you will love Sos Bilis.
I just wanted to experience staying at one of the most prestigious hotels there is in town with the boys. Planning to take a dip or two in the swimming pool as early as my morning can be, feeling the cleaner air of my hometown, listening to the much missed morning resonances of the crickets, the chirping morning birds and the morning breeze I used to embrace routinely every time I woke up for school when I was still a younger version of me. Away from the loud ruckuses and noises of the moving machines of the KL city.
I want to visit my kampung, the endearing and lovable Kampung Lundang Paku, or London Park as my old friends and I used to call her and walk down some memory lanes. To reminisce some of the old spots where I used to religiously loiter with my friends every night smoking 20 cents a piece cigarettes before running back into the mosque for our Isya' prayer. Yes, we were notorious, young and dangerous and yet still found time to do what we were there to do.
I want to drive along the road that I used to use, riding my black Raleigh bicycle to reach school every morning. I tried to reach school as early as possible, or at least earlier than Mamat, my classmate who was the son of Mak Wan the canteen operator. He is always the first to arrive. Well, his house was like a few paddy fields away from school where as mine was like a kilometer. I want to see the old scary jungle, the old swamp, the old brick factory, the old paddy factory, the rubber estate, the paddy fields and the good old Sekolah Kebangsaan Beta Hulu, my old playground while I was growing up and wanted to become a postman. When I was smaller, my grandfather used to take me to school on his Basikal Tua. I would be sitting behind him staring at the morning sky counting the myriads of stars above me.
I crave for the tranquil night air of Kota Bharu. I want to witness again its beautiful people. I want to go and buy the much missed Nasi Kuning. My grandmother used to buy me a bungkus of the delicious Nasi Kuning every time she comes back from Town. You see Nina, my grandmother was one amongst the many Kelantanese women who crowded the well-known Pasar Besar Siti Khadijah before her sons and daughter, my uncles and aunt, told her to take a break. Once she showed me the location where she had to wait for the transport home. And it’s a long walk from the Padang Bas Night Market, where my much loved Nasi Kuning was being sold. It brought tears to my eyes.
I want to experience my favorite Kelantanese cuisine, the ever so mouth-watering Daging Kerutuk. It is by far one of the many important reasons why I wanted to visit Kota Bharu. I missed the spicy dry kuah on top of a plate (or two) Nasi Putih in front of me. What better way to entice things up, if not with a bit of Budu Cap Ketereh in the picture. Pure fucking Holocaust.
I just cant wait. Kota Bharu here I come.
p/s: Next time Na, I will bring you along. Insya Allah. I can guarantee that you will love Sos Bilis.
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*smile* can't wait.
awak..no more Padang Bas Nite Market la..lik la kb..byk perubahan,siyes
p/s..xde name yakin, tg faris n d gang pon..;)
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