Dearest Diary,

Sniffs... Grandma passed away last Thursday. All of us went to Layang Layang to pay her our last respect. It has been donkey years since my last visit. Couldn't recognise most of my cousins and almost forgot all about the dog, Lucky, whom Alec says looks exactly like Scooby Doo.





Dad reminded us to bring the camera, which made sis and I really uncomfortable. For what, right?! For memories he said. OK, that we will never understand. Or so we thought. When we arrived, all my aunties and uncles were equipped with cameras and camera phones. Totally Shocked. Everyone was really taking shots of almost all the funeral processions. I think sis and I were the only beings who thought that was totally weird. We kept asking each other - would they seriously look back at the photos and reminisce about it? What will they talk about when they're doing that? We kept giving each other the Duh and totally bewildered look.

But of course we joined in nevertheless.

This is the kitchen I want to remember. Very old and dirty but I like the kampung flavour.

Even the rooster is loyal. It is allowed to roam freely and somehow, always returns at the end of the day.

Things I remember about my grandma... How she would hold and smell my hand when she says goodbye... Dried Coco... Chicken Drumstick... Her flowery tops... Her smelly hair spray... How she calls me jian2 jian1... She'll always remain in our hearts.. =`)