Childhood Memories

I miss waking up every morning and smell the fresh air and watch water droplets on daun pisang, it was s surreal moment

The soil was wet from last night downpour, and the bushes seem greener than the day before.




I miss laying down on Mak's timber house and put my feet on the window in between the steel rail and watch the sky making a formation and later interpreted it as I like.


I miss sitting on a concrete staircase at an old house not far from Mak's house. It was a big house with Malacca style staircase.




And I also miss a nice pulut sambal ...