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Gold, Hollywood and a Hidden Story | How a California Postcard Reminded Me of... Bau, Sarawak?

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Hello, my dear readers! It was a beautiful Friday afternoon (November 14, 2025), and as usual, I was checking my mailbox, hoping for something more exciting than utility bills. And guess what? The mailbox were smiling! Tucked inside was this gorgeous postcard. It wasn't just any postcard; it was a map. And not just any map... it was California's 175th Birthday Party printed on a piece of cardboard! This colorful piece of mail came all the way from San Francisco, California, USA , sent by a lovely lady named Susan. Now, let's do what we do best here at Canon Rider . Let's grab a cup of coffee, sit back, and deep dive into the stories hidden in this 6x4 inch piece of paper. The Sender | A Penpal Adventure! Before we even look at the front , let's appreciate the back . This is the human connection, the heart of Postcrossing. Susan’s handwriting is so cheerful! She wrote: "Mawar, Greetings from San Francisco, California! Did you have a nice summer? One of my h...

A Postcard's Journey | How Alice Pattullo's Folk Art Fish Taught Me a Lesson in Diversity

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  Hello my wonderful friends! Guess what popped into my mailbox at the very end of September? Sept 30, 2025! Another paper treasure! A happy surprise from my Postcrossing friend far, far away in America (USA)!  Alhamdulillah! Getting real mail always feels like finding a little bit of sunshine! A Fishy Surprise! This postcard is super cool! It is not a photo. It is a drawing , or maybe a special kind of print! And it is full of... FISH! Lots and lots of colourful, funny-looking fish! Splash! Swim swim! They are all swimming together in a big group, like they are having a happy fish party! Some fish are flat and spotty, like little underwater pancakes with polka dots! Hehehe. Some fish are long and sleek, zooming through the water like speedy little rockets! Some look a bit grumpy, some look surprised! They all have cute, simple shapes and bright colours. It looks like a picture from a very happy, old-fashioned storybook! The postcard tells me the picture is called "Fishes" ...

More Than Sailboats | How a Baltimore Postcard Taught Me About "Gotong-Royong" and a Mother's Love

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  Hello my dear friends! Guess what? Yesterday, I picked one that looks like a sunny, happy song playing just for me. Look! It shows a big city right next to sparkly blue water. It looks like the city is holding hands with the sea! So friendly!  There are tall, tall buildings reaching up to hug the sky. And lots and lots of little white sailboats playing catch with the wind on the water. Whee! Go, little boats, go!  The sky is blue, the water is blue... everything looks so bright and cheerful! At the very top, big happy letters spell out: Baltimore , Maryland . That is a place far, far away in America, the USA! I looked at the picture and thought, "Wow, that looks like a super fun place!" A place where maybe people work hard in the tall buildings, but then on sunny days, they go sailing on the blue water. It looks like a happy mix.  Work time, and play time! My work day was mostly work time, hehehe. So, looking at this playful picture felt really nice. Like a little ...

A Cold Postcard for a Hot Fever | Finding Strength in the Ghost Town of Kennecott, Alaska

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Today, my body is not my friend.  I have a fever. My head feels hot. My skin feels hot. But sometimes, I feel very cold inside. It is a strange feeling. My bones hurt. My muscles hurt. In Malay, we call this ‘demam urat’ . It feels like every part of my body is tired and complaining. I do not want to eat. The food has no taste. I do not want to move. The bed is my home now. It is my world. This world is small. It is just my room. The fan turns and turns. The clock on the wall says tick-tock . It is a slow and boring world. When you are sick, time moves very slowly. One hour feels like one day. In my small world, I look for something to do. My eyes are tired of the phone. My ears are tired of the quiet. I see a box on my table. It is a simple brown box. But inside, it is not simple. Inside are my treasures. Inside are my windows to the world.  The box is full of postcards. Friends from far, far away send them to me. Each postcard is a picture. Each postcard is a story. Each pos...