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Sunday, October 05, 2008
REMINISCE

i remember the times when i was in my late grandads house. i miss those times and i miss the buzz about it. we used to sit till the late of the night talking and playing just being ourselves. and when it was dark enough, my grandad would open the tinsle lights klap-klip and we would be contented with that. it was simple. just how even the smallest of things can make you happy. i miss my late grandad now, even though i was never close to him. he was the only grandad i ever saw in my life. now i miss my late grandma and my nenek. my grandma used to bicker a lot with my late grandad, and the house was noisy. however my nenek was a funny woman who still didn't know that flashlights were not flames. nights in my nenek's house was filled with jokes, ghost stories and then a trip to the playground. scoldings from nenek, was always

"ei! nanti terbakar nanti bilik nenek! oi! jangan main api!"

translation: hey! later the room will burn down! don't play with fire!

it was a flashlight. but we just love her for her total randomness. i miss those hari raya days.