Hola! see the swing above!? well, that was the very swing that me and my siblings played during our childhood period. it's been there like forever! sitting there in front of my grandparents house and always warmingly welcoming us whenever we've arrived. kinda like a loyal butler. without the humanly functions of course. the story was, the night before maulidurRasul', my family and I went back to our kampung. I was sooo excited! I mean, it's been more than one year(?) since I've been there and I really miss the house. Backtrack to that tiny short little me(still short now, but I mean the me waaaaaaaay back then), my parents often sent us siblings balik kampung for school holidays. And we always happy and excited about it. And fight whenever we're there. and breaks some of the chicks neck(my brothers!! they're a force to be reckon with and to be beware of). and make my grandparents head spinning. play. fight. play. received tiny but painful pinch from Uw...