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09 December, 2004
May U Rest In Peace..
Hey man.. I woke up in a dream t'dae, juz to find out...dat I was to change my passport photo. Dat photo of mine was way too old for me. I mean, it's way too young. Wait, it's juz..it's juz haf to be changed! So, there I was, getting up early in tha morning at about 7:27 am when every other kids were to sleep, I was to go to Lavender MRT station wit' my kid bro to meet Ayah. Then we went to dis building (I forgot wad it's called!) and took my passport-sized picture. It was a disaster. I was wearing a favourite cap when we came. So I had to take it off, and u noe how messy my hair would be, rite? I'm not bragging but it's really hard for a curly-haired kid to maintain his hair. Well, not all people haf dis kind of gift! I got so pissed-off and went to mess it wit' water before I comb it nicely. *kacheek* Tha photo was taken. My face looked really pissed-off. I'll try to scan for u and put it in my gallerie section if I find it.
Went to meet Ibu at Boots N Shoes before heading to our 'neighbour' country. Ape lagi kalau bukan.. [Malaysia]. Tha trip was ok. There were a lot of bargaining going on there. Hehe. I got myself a plate of Nasi Goreng Ayam for RM 5, Eminem's 'Encore' for RM 8, 'Christmas With The Kranks' VCD for RM 5, three badges for Rm 3 and a black school bag for S$ 23.50. Alrite, u got punk'd. Dat school bag I bought in Singapore on our way back from Johor. Now all I gotta do is to get me tha school books and tha new uniform along wit' some shits. I wanna share dis shit wit'. Juz now when I was browsing CDs, I caught dis old Malay man around his mid-60s doin' somethin' he should never do at his age now. He was browsing VCDs at tha red-light-section and I mean [Hell Yearh] tha RED-light-section. He was browsing at pornography material, dammit! He should be at home berzikir or something! Dah rumah kata pergi, kubor kata mari, lagi nak buat kerja tu! Haiz..orang zaman skarang..
I'm still thinkin' of something, man. I ain't gonna explain it to u. It's juz dat I dreamed of her dis morning. She was looking rather happy. She smiled her lovely smile at me. Like man, she's been gone from dis world for like 3 years. I really miss her. She was so nice to me, my siblings and of course, my parents. I could still remember it clearly. Tha last Hari Rayer which was like in 2001, she gave me $50. Tha same amount was also given to Zul and Aidah. She was so nice. Kalau-lar Mak-We masih ader.. So dis is a tribute to my long-lost and X-favourite Grandma in tha world. Mak-We, Abang Z doa-kan agar roh Mak-We berader bersama orang-orang yg beriman, ok? ;' )
Amin.
reminisced;
- 5:46 PM
