Thursday, October 29, 2009
today on the way back, i suddenly thought of the mama-shop uncle.
not the one who's there at my void-deck now, but the uncle who owned and ran the mama-shop before this new one came along.
the mama-shop was a HUGE part of my childhood, i can remember myself buying some snack from him everytime i got down from the schoolbus, with my little brother in tow. There was this wafer ice cream, wrapped in a really old school paper. The wafer biscuit was often soft and not really fresh actually, but I don't know why i kept buying it. maybe it was just for that familiar taste, and knowing that there wasn't anywhere else that sold it. and the little packets of sweets i used to buy for 50cents, or 20cents for the smaller ones. It was the highlight of my brother's and my day, after having come home from school, to share our treasures when we got home.
also, i remember there was this particular day. and i was still in primary school, so we had to wake up really early for the morning school session to catch the school-bus. And the sky was really dark, it was about 6am or something. and it was pouring really heavily. And my mom didn't want us to get our school-socks drenched from stepping in the puddles. So when we passed by the mama-shop as we always do, she got 4 plastic bags from the uncle. and she tied them around me and my brother's school-shoes. It was quite a sight really haha.
and i can't remember the many times we used the toilet of the mama-shop, a really small one tucked away in the back of the shop, and i would sneak looks around his store-room stacked high and full with goodies of all sorts.
and his simple nasi lemak i always had for lunch, with just good chilli and egg and fragrant rice. none of that nasty fish filled with fish-bones.
The uncle worked with his wife, and both of them opened shop almost everyday without fail. I would greet them as I passed by everyday, on the way to the lift.
and then one day, the shop was closed. and my mom broke the new to me that noon that the uncle was severely sick.
and then, just a few days later, he had passed away. His wife never did return to open the shop again, and the shop was closed for a long while.
and now, the current shop owners are also a couple, and the shop has taken on a 'hippier' look. However, i almost never buy anything from the shop anymore. Nor do I even pass by them, with the new lift that has been installed right outside my flat.
The uncle was always friendly and kindly, and always there to look out for everyone in the flat.
i miss him. :( sighh, getting really teary now.
not the one who's there at my void-deck now, but the uncle who owned and ran the mama-shop before this new one came along.
the mama-shop was a HUGE part of my childhood, i can remember myself buying some snack from him everytime i got down from the schoolbus, with my little brother in tow. There was this wafer ice cream, wrapped in a really old school paper. The wafer biscuit was often soft and not really fresh actually, but I don't know why i kept buying it. maybe it was just for that familiar taste, and knowing that there wasn't anywhere else that sold it. and the little packets of sweets i used to buy for 50cents, or 20cents for the smaller ones. It was the highlight of my brother's and my day, after having come home from school, to share our treasures when we got home.
also, i remember there was this particular day. and i was still in primary school, so we had to wake up really early for the morning school session to catch the school-bus. And the sky was really dark, it was about 6am or something. and it was pouring really heavily. And my mom didn't want us to get our school-socks drenched from stepping in the puddles. So when we passed by the mama-shop as we always do, she got 4 plastic bags from the uncle. and she tied them around me and my brother's school-shoes. It was quite a sight really haha.
and i can't remember the many times we used the toilet of the mama-shop, a really small one tucked away in the back of the shop, and i would sneak looks around his store-room stacked high and full with goodies of all sorts.
and his simple nasi lemak i always had for lunch, with just good chilli and egg and fragrant rice. none of that nasty fish filled with fish-bones.
The uncle worked with his wife, and both of them opened shop almost everyday without fail. I would greet them as I passed by everyday, on the way to the lift.
and then one day, the shop was closed. and my mom broke the new to me that noon that the uncle was severely sick.
and then, just a few days later, he had passed away. His wife never did return to open the shop again, and the shop was closed for a long while.
and now, the current shop owners are also a couple, and the shop has taken on a 'hippier' look. However, i almost never buy anything from the shop anymore. Nor do I even pass by them, with the new lift that has been installed right outside my flat.
The uncle was always friendly and kindly, and always there to look out for everyone in the flat.
i miss him. :( sighh, getting really teary now.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 1:05 AM.
Monday, October 26, 2009
4 generous spoonfuls of vanilla yoghurt, and a handful of crunchy grapes.
YUM! try it, they are a surprisingly good combination!
my mum's new house slippers. a little too cute, don't you think! hahaha!
orh ba kak (meaning punched in the eye) bunnies.
please give my Flickr some love! :)
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 5:00 PM.
Friday, October 02, 2009
a tweet-worthy incident, but my twitter is so inactive that I'd rather blog. heh.
me and the boy (is anyone getting irritated with this reference? haha) were in ikea, and we had this trolley thing, loaded with our bags cause they were weighing us down. So we were pushing it around, and had a constant tickling battle (god we're irritating, hahha. but its vicious okay. Quoted from the boy "OMG, u're damn violent!", or something along that line.). and at the end of the day as the announcements chimed that the store was closing, we rolled the trolley to the checkout lines. at that time i was pushing it, but before that the boy was the one doing the pushing for quite some time.
and then, he suddenly pointed at the trolley, stricken and burst into laughter at the same time.
i was pushing a trolley that was fully filled with maybe 50 photoframes and 2 rags, and some other crap, and our bags were gone. and the STUPIDEST THING, was that the trolley was an entirely different kind from the one we were pushing before! It was a MUCH bigger one, and the design was totally different.
we had been pushing around the WRONG trolley for goodness knows how long, must have happened during one of the highlights of the tickling battle. hahaha.
HOW DUMB ARE WE.
we then spent like 10minutes laughing like crazy hyenas and combing the place for the trolley we deserted. (we found it in the end) hahah. the things we do.
me and the boy (is anyone getting irritated with this reference? haha) were in ikea, and we had this trolley thing, loaded with our bags cause they were weighing us down. So we were pushing it around, and had a constant tickling battle (god we're irritating, hahha. but its vicious okay. Quoted from the boy "OMG, u're damn violent!", or something along that line.). and at the end of the day as the announcements chimed that the store was closing, we rolled the trolley to the checkout lines. at that time i was pushing it, but before that the boy was the one doing the pushing for quite some time.
and then, he suddenly pointed at the trolley, stricken and burst into laughter at the same time.
i was pushing a trolley that was fully filled with maybe 50 photoframes and 2 rags, and some other crap, and our bags were gone. and the STUPIDEST THING, was that the trolley was an entirely different kind from the one we were pushing before! It was a MUCH bigger one, and the design was totally different.
we had been pushing around the WRONG trolley for goodness knows how long, must have happened during one of the highlights of the tickling battle. hahaha.
HOW DUMB ARE WE.
we then spent like 10minutes laughing like crazy hyenas and combing the place for the trolley we deserted. (we found it in the end) hahah. the things we do.
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 12:45 AM.
