“Let’s go hiking in Malaysia!” I pestered my old hiking buddy from my university Trekking Club. A club that had long disintegrated after we left university years ago.
Dad told mom I was crying like a baby when it happened. He was right, I was bawling like the biggest 23-year-old baby in the world.
“Did you have to show them your passport before they let you past the Klang toll?”
I was immersing into my own world, floating in the cold South China Sea water when two boys in their early 20s approached me.
I am Captain Sharkie! I am from Germany. I’m a German pirate. You see my boat? It is very big. You know mast? You know what is a sail? My boat has 100 sails and 100 masts!
“You were born in China, right?” “No. My passport says China, but I was born in Panipahan, Indonesia,” Chu replied nonchalantly. The revelation was dumbfounding.
“You’re going to buy N95 facemasks at RM7.50 per piece for the homeless? Aiyerr, homeless people give the cheap, normal facemasks enough already la.”
I was rudely taken aback by my friend’s remark when I sincerely told her of my intention to help the homeless people of Klang and Port Klang have a better night’s sleep as the hazardous haze started to choke us.