It's strange how certain things and memories spring up and feels so vivid in your head.

I remember parking at the driveway of my home, coming back from an hour of traffic jam in the city. Once a while, I'll pull the waterhose out and give my car a wash (it's nice on a sunny weekend). I remember getting calls on my mobile at about 10-ish pm (religiously) on friday or saturday night from my church and high school buddies asking me out for a drink. And when you say you're going out for a drink in Malaysia, people know it's gathering around a table in a mamak, order an iced tea, kick back and chat till about midnight. Once a while, the ever tempting naan, or roti chanai (otherwise known as prata) makes up part of a goooood supper :) mmm!

Back home, there's no need to checking the weather report before you go out. No need of layering. Unless you enjoy perspiring underneath your clothes. Church on saturdays and sundays are nice. Once a while, I'll get rostered doing video camera. Our church has 3 video cameras usually, one in the center, one on the left side and one called the roaming camera (known popularly as cam3). I usually do cam3 and that's nice 'cause you get to roam around the stage getting good shots of musicians and such.

Some weeknights, I'll hop in the car, with my sports attire on and play some basketball with my schoolmates. We end up chatting and messing around more than we play basketball. There were countless time when we gave the evil-eye and complained about the middle-aged ladies doing line dancing, who often occupied the basketball court. "Helloooo, it's (ahem) The Basketball Court, ladies?" haha! oops, that's my flesh speaking there?..

Back home, I love my mandarin, 'cause when no one else thinks I could speak or understand mandarin/cantonese/hokkien/teochew, I like the occasional surprise by speaking or replying back in their own mother tongue. But that's not the reason why I love my mandarin, I love it 'cause I know it's not tops, yet my family and friends understand what I'm saying and we feel like a family. I miss family.

I miss my dad's wrinkle on the face when he cracks a joke and laughs before all of us do. I miss my mom's loud laugh or the way she answers the phone. Or the way she coax me to accompany her to the market or to the evening tea at her favourite coffee shop for tim sum. I love the way my brother serves in church and jumps and lifts his hands passionately during worship. I love the way he calls me 'Ray' in church among his friends and 'kor' when he wants me to do him a favour (haha!). Pasar malam sessions are our traditional family bonding time. During the weekends, I would drive my family to the nearby pasar malam, we would walk around, buy the soya bean milk or sugarcane juice. Mom would get her groceries while the guys in the house would take turns being the one carrying the stuff. haha! Then, we would either rock up at one of the restaurants that serve up dishes of different food or the nasi lemak stall in the pasar malam that our family loves.

Don't know exactly why I'm writing these things. But I reckon, it's nice to get these things off the chest when one's been thinking about it.

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