selamat hari raya!
Haiz, I MISS MY OLD NEIGHBOURS!!!
Every hari raya, they'll give us several kinds of pastries, home-made! And of course, their ketupat and curry chicken! Sometimes it's hot orange curry, sometimes it's green; but there will always be pastries. Chocolate coated. Multi-colored rice coated. Sugar coated. Peanut flavor. etc. WAH!!! I'm missing them (and their food!) Of course, we'll give them things in return as well. =) Sob sob..
It's a family of... Ah.. I miss the granny. Will always call out to me when I meet her after school. Though we couldn't really communicate, I think smiles speak a thousand words. It's a family of the granny, 2 sisters and 1 brother(he's a biker; I remember his leather vest and black helmet. Haha). I remember going for the eldest daughter's wedding when I was a kid. Tasty chicken, and everyone gets a gift; and egg in a brown cup. Yeah. Wonders if I still have it. And we eat using hands. Then after meals, there will be this person holding a kettle and some sort of tray with fanciful flowery designs and pouring it over your hands for your to wash(without needing to go to the toilet).
But anyway, my mum has this peranakan friend who makes nice goodies as well.. Monthly or something. She made us some lontong today. Pats tummy..
The neighbours downstairs used to be a couple with no children I think. A nurse, and the other I don't know.. The guy is intolerant to noise, and the auntie, very tolerant and nice.
[On the flipside, I don't like my new neighbours. The ones below keep calling the police up, saying we make lots of noise and stuff. Like playing with marbles in the middle of the night(Well. This isn't caused by humans.) and moving furnitures around. I hear them too. My mum isn't aware somehow. Don't mention my dad. He's a blur head. Super blur. zzzz.
And the one beside my house. My mum calls him the botak/security guard. Well, he's botak, and security guard being; he always open his shutters when we leave the house, open the door, go to the balcony, when someone comes visiting, when someone comes to pass us something and etc. He'll be nosey and ask who we are talking to and stuff. Mum says he's up to no good. He doesn't work or something. Always at the void deck like old ah peks and all that; when he's probably in his thirties. Oogling at girls and trying to strike a conversation with (malay) girls.]
So much for today.
Haiz, I MISS MY OLD NEIGHBOURS!!!
Every hari raya, they'll give us several kinds of pastries, home-made! And of course, their ketupat and curry chicken! Sometimes it's hot orange curry, sometimes it's green; but there will always be pastries. Chocolate coated. Multi-colored rice coated. Sugar coated. Peanut flavor. etc. WAH!!! I'm missing them (and their food!) Of course, we'll give them things in return as well. =) Sob sob..
It's a family of... Ah.. I miss the granny. Will always call out to me when I meet her after school. Though we couldn't really communicate, I think smiles speak a thousand words. It's a family of the granny, 2 sisters and 1 brother(he's a biker; I remember his leather vest and black helmet. Haha). I remember going for the eldest daughter's wedding when I was a kid. Tasty chicken, and everyone gets a gift; and egg in a brown cup. Yeah. Wonders if I still have it. And we eat using hands. Then after meals, there will be this person holding a kettle and some sort of tray with fanciful flowery designs and pouring it over your hands for your to wash(without needing to go to the toilet).
But anyway, my mum has this peranakan friend who makes nice goodies as well.. Monthly or something. She made us some lontong today. Pats tummy..
The neighbours downstairs used to be a couple with no children I think. A nurse, and the other I don't know.. The guy is intolerant to noise, and the auntie, very tolerant and nice.
[On the flipside, I don't like my new neighbours. The ones below keep calling the police up, saying we make lots of noise and stuff. Like playing with marbles in the middle of the night(Well. This isn't caused by humans.) and moving furnitures around. I hear them too. My mum isn't aware somehow. Don't mention my dad. He's a blur head. Super blur. zzzz.
And the one beside my house. My mum calls him the botak/security guard. Well, he's botak, and security guard being; he always open his shutters when we leave the house, open the door, go to the balcony, when someone comes visiting, when someone comes to pass us something and etc. He'll be nosey and ask who we are talking to and stuff. Mum says he's up to no good. He doesn't work or something. Always at the void deck like old ah peks and all that; when he's probably in his thirties. Oogling at girls and trying to strike a conversation with (malay) girls.]
So much for today.
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