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I spent my weekends at my second home - grandmother's humble terrace house at JB. This time round, my brother who finally squeezed out some time from his packed studying schedule, went along with us. 

My sister, after seeing this photo of hers that I edited using iphone's photography apps, started capturing unique moments of us while we were waiting for the bus to JB to arrive. 

Even when I was at work last Friday, I couldn't stop thinking about the dinner I was going to have at JB that night. Yes, this is how insane I am about the 'dai lok mean' in Malaysia. But God just loves to play a prank on us by sending this cab driver to our 'rescue' who then took us on a tour around the entire Malaysia before he finally figured out the route to our destination! The cab fare was twice as much as the usual, so you can imagine how much time we had wasted on taking all the longer routes. 

My favorite dai lok mean, you're definitely worth the amount of calories being consumed late at night~

This coffee house has a puppy that caused all the admiring exclamations. Such adorable & innocent puppy eyes, awww. 

I wish time could have mercy on me when I was by my grandmother's side. She can't recall who I am anymore, but at times when I held her hand, the smile she flashed to me following by a tighter grip on my hand, makes me feel that "Yes! I knew it! I knew it! I knew you had never forgotten me!"

Deep down, I know greed will never bring us any good. Therefore, I don't ask for my grandmother to be by my side forever, all I ask is for her to be rid of all pain & agony. 

Saturday Morning was our family facial day at one of my relatives' shop. 

How can someone have both inner & outer beauty? This lovely angel here just proved us wrong. 

Our Saturday night routine has always been Pasar Malam Night, this time being no exception. 

This stall is the stall that we always patronize every single time when we're there. They sell the best fried chicken & fries that keep us going back. I'm beginning to suspect if they secretly added any drugs that got us addicted to their food. We're already such good pals with them that we can just eat their fries there, my mummy would just choose the chicken all by herself, she even attended to customers for them.

The last scene any one would want to see at a pasar malam is a sudden downpour and yes, that was exactly what happened! My sister & I were drenched, my dress was soaked with water that was dripping when I was under some shelter. Hideous looking rats & roaches were seen scattering around, as if cooperating to scare the hell outta me.

 Late night singing session with the adults at karoke that was located in a neighborhood area.

My family & relatives have the same sentiment that my sister is the 70s beauty. 

My mummy was constantly approached by this old balding uncle, who was obviously failing in trying to hit on her. C'mon uncle, instead of always hitting on the nail, just mend your old ways & listen to songs while pathetically gulping down jugs of beer alright?! 

Sunday afternoon arrived & the feeling of leaving sunk in. As I'm growing up, my precious elderly are growing old. Life is temporary & I believe death is too. I believe in after life, & I hope that we'd all still be a family in our next lifetime.