Putting flags on the grave...I don't know what the flags symbolize, I suspect just for show only, heh
That's my granny in the floral blouse, so cute right aawwwzx! The english guy on the left is my uncle, and the one in orange is my aunty (she cooks extremely well). They're putting food on the altar.
After like 30 min of decorating
And then because we were bored, we played some music off one of my uncle's handphones. But then of course Malaysian very slow so the music also very outdated. The stupid crazy frog song came up and my aunty started dancing. That's her husband on her left. (Aunty Choo and Uncle Witold) He's a doctor so he has a lot of money. Lucky aunty.
And then after that got firecrackers some more sia! Like celebration like that.
I thought the qing ming jie thing would be solemn and sad and stuff, but then it turned out to be more like a picnic (picnic in a cemetery, hurhur). My aunty brought like 3 packets of bee hoon and siew mai and kueh and chinese tea, so we were all sitting around having our breakfaste and decorating the grave at the same time. I think everyone was really happy and treated the event more like a celebration, because they were sure they my grandfather was in a happy place or something. Ah, such optimistic people. Oh and my grandfather probably has one of the best graves in the cemetery. It's like right on top of the hill and can see the village.
Moving on, I spent most of my days in my cousin's house reading and using my laptop. I finished Stephen King's Pet Sematary (very, very good book) in 4 days, such a nerd.
The kitchen! I can't seem to align this sentence to the centre, lousy blogger.
And the backyard, with Aunty Choo drying the laundry, hurhur.
My granny in all her womanly glory. She gave birth to like 6 daughters (one of which is my mom) and 2 sons okay, and she's 80++ now okay, dun play play.
So on the 4th day we went to some clubhouse restaurant for dinner. Apparently the clubhouse has rules and regulations, and one of them was that after 8pm, any male older than 15 years of age has to wear long pants to enter the clubhouse. I donno what crap rule that is but I didn't bring any long pants, so my cousins just told the security that I was 15 years old, and they let me in. Hurhurhur, some kind of crap security.
My cousins, and my uncle in the pink shirt
Three of my aunties (they're all sisters).
One of my cousins, and i donno who the fat guy in black on the right is
Ahh so that's pretty much most of what I did in my stay in M'sia. Of course got do other things, but not interesting enough to blog about. Like how I went shopping, and came back empty-handed. My uncle brought me and my mom to the largest shopping centre in town, and it was horrible! All the shops all brandless one and it reminded me of Mustafa. Terrible, terrible. Even shopping in Bugis Street would make me happier, and I hate Bugis Street. And the whole town was surrounded by mountains, like you look 360 degrees all mountains. My mother say very peaceful and calming and bleh bleh. To me like kena prison like that. I'd rather be surrounded by concrete shopping centres.
Okaaay that's all for Malaysiaaaa. Next trip I wanna go England stay with my aunty. Omg topshop galore!
Awww motherly + sisterly love <3<3 And that's my mom on the leftern-most side.
-Jit