By the road he lies His cans strewn in midst of roads For cars to flatten

A handwritten note Inviting me to join them In fear I burned it. P/S The note was trying to convince me to join the communist movement in the early 1970s when I was in lower secondary school at Kai Chung Middle School in Bintangor.

Playing hide and seek We raced in the back alleys Childhood innocence

For Chinese lessons I had to study proverbs Five flowers eight doors

A rooster was born In Nineteen Fifty Seven That rooster was me

End of each school day My dad came to pick me home In his antique car

Daily Lord’s prayer Before the start of lessons Primary school me

Small town Bintangor Well known for its two products Orange and tycoon

Miri my beloved city Famed for its beauty Near the coast of north-eastern Sarawak it lies Bordering the Abode of Peace Brunei. A view of Miri City ( Photo credit 洪雲熙 ) Miri has been touted as Sarawak’s most livable resort city That has indeed become a reality Life here moves at a more relaxed pace  Compared to hectic life big ...

A scorching hot day Miri’s Waterfront seahorse Does not even care