Sometimes when people attempt to make small talk with me by asking where I'm from, I'd always say Kota Belud, Sabah. Not a sentence more, not a sentence less. I'm not a conversant person. And their next question would always be "which part of Kota Belud?". Somehow, I'd be frowning by then and simply say that my home doesn't exactly have a pinpoint location. The kampong people would say that my home is near the paddy fields, on the way to Kudat.
Simply put in local ethnic Dusun language "sana ranau" with ranau meaning paddy fields. =)
My parents' house at Kota Belud in which I call home doesn't have a postal address. We tend to borrow the postal addresses of offices in town located about 30km away. Be it the previous workplace of my father's or maybe the clinic's address of my brother's wife's workplace. Any visitor who isn't familiar with the roads of Kota Belud tend to get lost trying to reach my home. Sometimes they end up not coming at all. So that's the quirks of being a kampong gal. =(
But if they did come, I'll make certain they'll enjoy the small delights that always make my visits so enjoyable as illustrated in my instagram pictures below.
And it's down. Another new day awaits tomorrow. =) |
6 comments:
Kota Belud is a nice place. :)
@jessejeremyjoy hehe. yes it is. have you been there yet?
the keyword is HOME.
nothing beats HOME
@zonaku NOTHING! Never ever! hehehe..
Very authentic looking nasi lemak.. I bet the taste must be superb! Yeah, even though u've been to all over the world, there's no place like home..:)
@Farikica it was small though. wasn't enough for my brothers. lol.
Yes.. nothing beats home. it's actually a blessing now that I think about it. Not everyone has a home to go to when in need or trouble right?
Am counting my blessings now. Alhamdulillah =)
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