the white boat.

10 P.M. on the way home from a very nice dinner with ayang's parents. went passed an old flat and saw a nice big white boat. suddenly,

ayang's dad: "ju, sini ada org kaling meninggal bah lapas meliat man u chelsea final hari atu"

diriku: "astee, banar banar bah?"

ayang's dad: "awu! banar2 ju! meninggal ya menyorak man u masa penalty ah! tarus meninggal!"

he continued on talking as his voice dimmed slowly into the back of my mind. i was then in silence. silence. silence. i could hear nothing. pure silence.

then i was thinking, what a great man that kaling was, to die for man u, in such a martyristic way. a true manchester united fan. rest in peace ol' man. peace be upon him, mohammed ali khan. from pakistan.

hey, what else i can say. "its all in Belait".

i keep on hearing amazing stories from ayang's parents. stories about deaths, murder, scandals, suicide, conspiracies, all sourced from the same one town KB and the same group of people, the foreigners. amazing. yes.

well, i have to say the KB people are not that really ethusiastic about fishing. ayang's dad took us for a drive along the river banks. it was practically empty except fot the two people at the end of the bank. it was such a nice place to fish, the river. it was as if it was saying to me "come fish me.. come fish me.."

okay, maybe i will. soon. hoho.