how are you?                                                
“Boleh anda tulong saya”, or                                       
                 can you help me?                                          
For how am I going                                       
                 to shake hands with you?                  
When you woke me up                                  
                 at early dawn in Laban Rata-             
                 Base Camp at 7.1 centigrade,                        
                 freezing my bones, trying                      
                 to break my will. 
Until when (“pukul berapa”)                                        
                 would you wait for me?
Your sentinel peaks                                                    
                  are mocking my pace                                    
Your towering slopes, slowing me down                                                                 
Your granite walls                                                      
                  just awesome to behold!                   
And your bottomless gully                              
                 chasing my spirits away.
CAN YOU REALLY WAIT FOR ME?
“Terima kasih” or
                  thank you, anyhow                           
For the mysteries engulfing you                             
                  are only magnetizing me:                                               
                  step by step, breath by breath,  
                  to inch closer to you,
                  to forget about crippling injuries
                  but to immortalize LIFE and Courage
And then,
         you hugged me at 13,455 feet
         7 o’clock in your breezy morning
     and whispered, “Selamat detang”
                 or “WELCOME”
How could I ever forget that moment
We were in a tight embrace
You, the monumental figure
       of Mother Time
And juvenile me, searching since,
       for you in the vast expanse
You humming lullaby’s,
       cuddling my innocence
When I return
       to bring my friends
       to also shake hands with you
I can only say,
       now that I am home
“Jumpa lagi” or
     See you soon.
           By: Abe S. Manlawe, M.D.-Psychiatry
           July 16, 2006
 Dr. Abe Manlawe & Manwel Roble
1  Bahasa is the national  language of Malaysia
 

Boss Jing!
ReplyDelete:D
Naa diay ka sa Malaysia ?!
Naa baya ko sa SG.
He-he-he!
- Jack -
I haven't been outside the PI in all of my life. The closest I have been to outside of my country is in "Dreamland".
ReplyDeleteMy friend, Dr. Manlawe do went to Sabah several times to compete in the Mt. Kinabalu mountain-run race.