i still CANNOT believe that you were there, lah!
i love/hate this picture, CAN.
i look like im major impregnated.
BUT
it proves that gramma is salah.
you are sungguh NOT cerah-looking!

through the hyperventilations,
the heart palpitations i swear i didnt imagine,
the diediemustgetsmthgSforgramma,
the lastminuteperfumesprays,
the familiar jitters -
'can i not go? aleh aleh i rasa seram'
'syg, i takde baju ah! mcm mane eh? aiya. i stress tau..',
it was comforting to hear your initial 'sampai bila i nak malu...'
TAU TAKPER 0:)

it's major butterfliesintummy to see you take those babysteps, baby.

like opening up to interrogations with my major kpoh Brady Bunch on Terang Bulan Avenue.
and pull quick silly faces on me while you're at it.
you sitting down with gramma for a friendly chat.
and getting the kiddos to salam you.
and decide between Cik Gee, Uncle Nazri, Abang Nas.
and i think we've settled for Abang/Uncle Gee.
and grilling food to feed me though they keep insisting you eat dulu.
and reliving Brunei with that campfire whose purpose i still have no idea

BUT above all.
solat together-gether with this entire mass of people i call my family.