of dinner, heaven and swing

i just came home from dinner, which was supposed to be all Indian. tp Kari Asha tutup so we had to eat sumwhere else, pizza hut lagi. tp never mind. i was thinking of mango tango lagi =p



i told my father that i predicted myself to go senile early, like in my sixties. reason being is hate number. i believe my father will last longer even though he admitted that he'd become senile in that area of age too. my father, walaupun hates sudoku as much as i am, is able to understand numbers more and he works in that scope of work tau. engineering requires mathe kan? so he at least main with numbers jugak, unlike me. i am either dying early or go senile young. hahahah

and eating chicken and tempura (consists of prawns and other seafoods) reminds me of my childhood thoughts. i once, when i was 10, thought that all the food i eat will go to a happy place called heaven. apparently my imaginary heaven for foods i ate will consists of pretty gardens, a cheerful talkative sun and loads of swings. no kidding. i love swings-will go to that later. so i thought everything i eat will be alive and happy in the heaven, located in my stomach. yeah, i thought my stomach is the heaven for food i eat, get me? my adik laughed at my idea, but i don't care. i was 10, anyway.

so i thought in this food heaven, crabs would greet chicken and play tag together, then afterwards when i eat cuttlefish, for instance, the cuttlefish will greet every other penghuni happily and they will all play tag, when they are tired they'd walk hand in hand. no more boundaries whether they live on the ground or underwater when they were alive in the world, my stomach heaven unites them all. so i like to think that i am very heavenly that time. haha.

ok so, swings. out of countlesss things i love in the world, i love swings the most. ask my family. if we ever go Batu Buruk, the first thing i look at would be swings. kalau ade org occupy i would go and wait sampai org tu lari and i'll make a run for it. malam ni after we finished dinner and my father ajak jalan because he was too full, i was ssoooo happy sebab he drove to Batu Buruk! =D and xde orang some more!!! dont have to berebut with kids. happy2!



i do not know what is it about the swing that i love so much, but even when everybody else gets tired i never did. i will keep swinging myself sampai ayah ajak balik. the thing is, i am frustrated with myself because even though i love love love swings sooo much that i never want to part from it, i always forget to go to it. when i am alone and bored and i have nothing better to do, going Batu Buruk and play with the swing never came to my mind. i am glad my father is there, so he can remind me what i love most in the world. the swinggg!

being on the swing, it gives me loads of memories to think about. the most vivid memory i have is my father teaching me to sway my body so that i dont have to touch the ground with my feet to move the swing. i think i am thankful for it. =D

i want a husband who is like my father. teach me things when i feel clueless and to help me remember things i love so much but often miss.

will update bout kenduri in the next post