(I met this draft when I was browsing the dashboard. I feel it's a waste of effort if I did not post it. So, here it is. I did not edit it again. May be I will, some day)
When I was small, I could not listen to the radio as my Dad's only antique radio was out of order. However, that did not prevent me from listening to songs as most of my neighbours possessed a radio each. Since at that time most of them owned transistor radios which when the volume was raised to maximum was very loud. The sound reached my eager ears. Through their radios I learned to listen to songs. But I was brought up in the country where all of the villagers were malays, therefore the radio which was called 'Radio Malaysia' only broadcast malay songs. One of the songs that I used to hear was 'Kenang Daku Dalam Doamu' (Forget Me Not). In this song, the singer pleads to his beloved who has gone for good, not to forget him. I didn't pay much attention to this song when it was aired on radio, but one day, after hearing it being sung by a cousin, it brought back sweet memories to me. It reminded me of the good time when I was a kid.
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Dad's house where I was staying was situated along Jalan Bakri, the road leading to Johor Bahru, the capital of Johore State in Malaysia. On its left was Mak Andak's (my auntie) house, on the left Mak Usu's (also my auntie; my mother's younger sister) house. Behind Dad's house was Mak Itam's (another auntie; my mother's elder sister) house. Since Mak Itam's house was about 150 metres behind Dad's, there was ample space for us small boys and girls to do our activities. Another place that sometimes we gathered to do our activities was on the left of Mak Itam's house.