Too many online commitments.

Too many things left undone.

The end is near.

Laterz. Maybe.

Wake me up when September ends.

It sure is funny. The older your grow, the more forgetful you are of things at the present, but memories of past keep flashing vividly as if its only yesterday. I could still see myself as the little girl who used to play hide and seek in the moors, face smudged with sweat and soil carrying wild weeds and catching drain fishes. Yes, pleasant memories of childhood, albeit it might be a bit early to reminisce (I should wait until I retire or what?) but still, the nostalgic feeling is definitely timeless and regardless of age.

I was three when my cousin was born. I remember standing meekly beside his cradle, peeking curiously at the newborn, fascinated by his little fingers and toes and eyes that shone brightly. Before he came along I was alone, and before I knew we finished high school already.

The most vivid memory I had during his infant years was I used to stroll alongside my grandma when she was pushing him in the pram, literally everywhere. To the market, for breakfast or just for a stroll. Seeing him cooing and dripping saliva was funny and back then I used to carry handkerchief to wipe his drools.

A bit older and we played with our grandma’s kitchen utensils. Not those loser plastic pots and pans. The real ones that makes nice “clang,clang” noise. And we’ve got real stuffs to cook too. Those discarded raw veggies and what-nots. Haha.

Back then we were kids who were not into TV except for those good ol’ cartoons such as bugs bunny, little lulu, road runner and that sorts. And that one particular anime that we absolutely adore : Dragonball.

We used to spend our meagre pocket money on dragonball flash cards. For 20 cents a piece

Being kids that usually spent time outdoors, we (as in he most of the time) accumulated a lot of small fishes from the drain, and sometimes some bettas, that I manage to accidently squashed them most of the time. Yes I was so clumsy. Still, we manage to fill the house with bettas in empty bean paste jar.

Bettas in empty bean paste jars

Badminton at the backyard was a favourite past time. And there was once he accidentally fell and knocked his head on some bricks. Blood was gushing. I was horrified.

A plaster on the head and a while later, we resumed our game.

Bicycle was our mode of transport. We rode to the market for breakfast and to the sundry shop to spend our money on those egg thingy. Something that looks like this.

…and I only know that it is called gachapon now.

Kids being kids, we sometimes hate our dinner and make our own instant noodles and sunny side up eggs drenched with soy sauce.

And he could somehow cook better noodles. Gah!

Sigh. Those were the days when I caught myself wishing that I was young again. Sobs.

We’ve got slippery tongues!!! When we say

CRIBSTACK

which sounds like this thing all stacked up like old cars in the junkyard,

we were meant to say
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CRABSTICK

100% of the time.

Kekeke. Sorry ya dear housemate!

Its just so warm.

I hate French.

I also hate the weather.

I wish that it could rain.

I wanted to sleep.

I hope that French class is cancelled.

I desperately want divine intervention to make me understand French. In a hot weather.

I certainly hope that the lecturer’s car broke down again today.

I can’t read my essay in front of the class.

Help! Help! Help!

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Edit: The lecturer can’t make it to class today because, because, I DON’T KNOW! My mouth very the crow-lah!

Wakakakkakaa!

Save the essay for another day!

Cheng Hoon Teng Temple, Malacca

A historical heritage that depicts the life, beliefs and traditions of the early Chinese immigrant in the Straits of Malacca.