I don't know what gotten into me lately but I miss my old research site.. The Upper Baram.. I miss walking in that jungle.. I miss waking up to the sound of birds, the quietness of the wild.. I miss taking bath in the very cold river but crystal clear.. I miss the sound of the wild.. I miss seeing those animals runs when we encounter them.. I miss talking to my guide during the leisure hours and on the way back to the base camp.. I miss asking him a lot of stupid question about the jungle, the animals and their life... I miss going fishing with him when there's not enough food.. I miss following him around like when he went to look for firewood...and I will follow him around and fooling around and makes him worries cause he can't see me anywhere near him... I miss waking up in the night to accompany him while he eat his supper and make a cup of hot milo for me... I miss talking to the cook about her and her family and her scandalous life.. I miss gossiping with her and make fool of ourself.. I miss us laughing at the guide and do our silly things.. I miss almost everything about Upper Baram and the Penan community there..
I can smell the nice and sweet smell of that place and I really miss it.. I miss the fruiting seasons when there's so many fruits around and we can eat as much as when can... breakfast,lunch and dinner.. we can had as many as durian, rambutan, langsat and many more.. I miss talking and learning the Penan language from the kids cause it is easy to learn from them... I miss the sign of those kids following me around when I am at their village.. I miss them asking me 'Kemah kene aunty?' and I will always answer them ' Lakau sebarang awah. Rigah ke' hun ke' juk kivu aunty'.... I miss everything about them... And to that, I dedicate this Loves For Language for them..
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