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A friend sent me the below several days back, and thought I would like to share it here.

Thought of the Day

If a drop of water falls in lake there is no identity.

But if it falls on a leaf of lotus it shine like a Pearl ... so
choose the best place where You would shine..


Heck, I'm not going to break it down letter by letter or sentence by sentence. If anyone's interested to do so, perhaps it would be better to look at this, or read this.

At the same time, I also received some calls from near and afar asking whether I went to the HINDRAF march. Like I commented at kerp, even if I wanted to, I just could not; its simple as that.

On the home front, emak's back from a 2night trip to Penang with Din, my elder brother. And of all the things she brought back - you're not going to believe this - are 2 whole loaves of 'roti banggali'! It was bought fresh from the oven and even had some oven-warm in it. In such a scenario, what else could I do, but tuck in!

And what goes best with 'roti banggali', one might be tempted to ask. Well, lots of things namely: home-made kaya, serunding, sambal ikan bilis, sambal daging (not serunding ya, that's mentioned already), and a whole lot more including: well, since emak went to Penang and Penang is famous for lots of things and most especially, nasi kandar! Er...no, I did not eat the bread with nasi kandar, mind you. But I did downed the bread with the gravies of the nasi kandar. Ummph...it was simply perspiring-licking, oops sorry, finger-licking good!

Back when I was small, one the the best things we look forward to balik kampung, was the early morning time when the banggali man would cycle down the street with his still hot-from-the-oven roti! As if knowing already what 3 small boys and 2 girls wanted, he would grind his bicycle to a stop, push the rear stand down so that the bike would be stable, lift the hood of the monstrous looking zinc-chest where all the breads are kept, and begin slicing the roti banggali.

At the same time, the 5 children mentioned above, would stand around him with saliva almost running down their chins; the aroma of fresh bread blends deliciously with the smell of the hot kaya, which warms the inside of a body still shivering from the coolness of kampung morning draped by the morning mists. As the kind banggali hands each child his bread, I can still recall the smile on his face...the smile of satisfaction in knowing his product or services are very much in want. Hmm...but that was memory of a time when going back to Melaka meant having to drive through the treacherous snake-like climb of the Mantin hill. Now, though the road still exist, the convenience of the North-South Highway has made it almost obsolete, to be used only by the people living along it, or by people in search of memories of the past.

Mayhaps, the banggali mentioned would be a perfect example to the Thought of The Day above.