Tuesday, February 16, 2010 - 11:18 PM
one week+ of non stop action.
WOOHOO~ FINALLY.I.AM.HOME! right after chalet last thurs, i zooommmed to Malaysia for Chinese New Year!:D miss my bed,ONE BLOODY WEEK, my bed sheet's so fresh.
dug out some old goods in my hometown:D
SO DAMN BUANG. LOL! monster baby.
WA PIANG EH-.- i looked like a BOY:D
my bro, super cute!:DDDDDDD
say.. let me introduce u friends to my ancestors:) people always pop me this question on the first day of work/school/camp:"are you a Malay?" or "are u just tan or are u Malay mix?" or most of the times, those people just shoot me one sentence of Malay conversation that i can only reply:"sorry?"
to make this clear, i am a pure Chinese. my granddad is from China(like most of the born Chinese, he came to Asia Pacfic during WWII) no doubt, we(everyone in the world do this) follow fathers' side, regardless of race/religion/sur-name/ect.
now, let me tell you why sometimes, i look like a Malay. my grandma is from a 'Baba' family. from young(till now), all the home-cooked-meal i am eating, is baba dishes:)
SAY HI:D due to war, my granddad actually lost his parents and came to Malaysia. due to war, my great grands lost their fortune. my grandma was a qian-jing, but well, life goes on..
THERE, my pretty pretty grandma!:D it has been 9years since she past away. her room is like a time machine. everything in there was it is like 9years ago. 2 big poster of baby me splash across the wall. a few wooden furniture and a radio which is not working anymore. plus the bed that she spent her last moment on. i guess she'd always loved that 2pictures, for it was the only ones that were put up. she love girls with make up on, she loved to put make up on me, she loves those pictures for it was the most beautiful me. i am a heartless bitch, but you are the only person i could possibly miss so much, whom i can still cry over after 9years. all those memories came gashing back each time i entered that room. i wonder why those memories are vivid in my mind, when each year, i only got to see you twice.. this is the part i hate about staying so far away from you, i cant go over to see you because you'r so far away. i envy my pals, they get to see their grands at least once every week! but i can only do so twice a year. i was so far away, just why didn't you stayed up to bid good bye 9years ago?
dug out some old goods in my hometown:D
SO DAMN BUANG. LOL! monster baby.
WA PIANG EH-.- i looked like a BOY:D
my bro, super cute!:DDDDDDD
say.. let me introduce u friends to my ancestors:) people always pop me this question on the first day of work/school/camp:"are you a Malay?" or "are u just tan or are u Malay mix?" or most of the times, those people just shoot me one sentence of Malay conversation that i can only reply:"sorry?"
to make this clear, i am a pure Chinese. my granddad is from China(like most of the born Chinese, he came to Asia Pacfic during WWII) no doubt, we(everyone in the world do this) follow fathers' side, regardless of race/religion/sur-name/ect.
now, let me tell you why sometimes, i look like a Malay. my grandma is from a 'Baba' family. from young(till now), all the home-cooked-meal i am eating, is baba dishes:)
SAY HI:D due to war, my granddad actually lost his parents and came to Malaysia. due to war, my great grands lost their fortune. my grandma was a qian-jing, but well, life goes on..
THERE, my pretty pretty grandma!:D it has been 9years since she past away. her room is like a time machine. everything in there was it is like 9years ago. 2 big poster of baby me splash across the wall. a few wooden furniture and a radio which is not working anymore. plus the bed that she spent her last moment on. i guess she'd always loved that 2pictures, for it was the only ones that were put up. she love girls with make up on, she loved to put make up on me, she loves those pictures for it was the most beautiful me. i am a heartless bitch, but you are the only person i could possibly miss so much, whom i can still cry over after 9years. all those memories came gashing back each time i entered that room. i wonder why those memories are vivid in my mind, when each year, i only got to see you twice.. this is the part i hate about staying so far away from you, i cant go over to see you because you'r so far away. i envy my pals, they get to see their grands at least once every week! but i can only do so twice a year. i was so far away, just why didn't you stayed up to bid good bye 9years ago?