power rangers vs grandmother

wow... look at the time.. its 5.30 pm.. come on.. hurry up.. rush your selves to the living and turn on tv2.. POWER RANGERS..(the dinosaur type)... and the theme song .." go..go..power rangers... te.. ne.. ne.. ne.. ne..(sound of the electric guitar) ".. and i thought the lyrics was "coco power rangers"... we sang along until the story starts..and there was jason, kimberly,tony,the black guy and the girl in the yellow suit..(dont remember her name..)and the atmosphere of the living turn to tense as i and my cousin look at each other and we quarrel because both of us wants to be the red one.. the leader.. you know.. the kids-leadership-obsessed factor.. well.. no one wants to be the black or the blue..


when the time comes.. it will be "its a morphing time.."( well its was banned by the government coz they thought the morphing time sounds like "its a MORPHINE TIME".. and they censored the word..to aviod kids from taking drugs) .and so every body turns from casual outfit to alien fighting suit..
And there i was sitting and watching the greatest superhero program ever..(because theres no astro yet)..
and then came this individual behind the shadow of half opened front door moving slowly towards the living... oh no.. this cant be good.. its grandma..(her name is aishah)
walking pace by pace slowly towards me.. and i know.. that evening.. there will be no power rangers that can help me from this over ranked person from ruining my power rangers evening... oh my god.. i forgot.. the show was reschedule to Monday.. and its
FORUM PERDANA HAL EHWAL ISLAM...on channel 1.. arghhhhhh...
i have to save my self from this misery.. so i hide the remote control under the chair.. thats the only place she couldnt find it..and i am smart (hahahaha)... but shes smarter than me.. that old lady from kuala pilah just go to the t.v and change the channel by pressing the buttons there..(so i am the dumb boy here..ouch!!)
but i resist.. as the channel turns 1.. i change it back to 2 (i have the remote remember). and it will be like.."its a channel morphing time" and i turn from casual to grandmother fighting suit(just the imagination..)we was fighting for the show that we wanted to watch.. and trust me.. that fire breathing grandma alien is hard to defeat..
the channel changes every 10 second..(wow..6 changes per minute) and it last until 6.00pm and the show ended.. and she stops.. all i watched is where the monster explodes and the day was save thanks to the power rangers.. WHAT???.. i cant even witness the fight.. argghhh...
but then the situation changes... i no longer think about wat happen just now.. because that fire breathing alien grandma turns sweet and offers me slices of kek batik (my favorite) and i will lay my head down on her lap.. then she tells me story that is more fun than power rangers..(huuu... that sweet old lady called grandma)
i like the times i spend with her when i was little... but now.. no more times like that because she is so far away in kuala pilah and i am here in perak.. we only meet on hari raya or may be in some unthinkable times... i miss her..( WAN!! nanti raya angah balik tau.. wat kek batik banyak2.. nk 2 dulang..)

the child-hood

remember when we were kids.... go to school (sek. kebangsaan) and maybe some of us went to se. agama... haaaa... those times.. still fresh im my memory even i forgot most of my childhood friends... waking up at 5.30 early morning... bath.. wearing that white school uniform with the dark blue trousers... and walk to the bus stop waiting for "abg.bob" the bus driver.. the big dark skin bus driver with grease under the nail.. and honking with the typical rhythm in the sense of rushing u in... then when we arrive at school... the assembly... every day assembly.. wats with that.. every day lining up and straighten up with the hands on the shoulder and the class monitor shouting "angkat... jatuh... angkat... jatuh.." over and over again...then when the assembly ends.. its the moment of truth... heart beating faster for those who had a long hair and long nails.. but look on the bright side.. the teachers are going to give a free hair cut and also nail job ( thats wat i call it)... the difference is only no barbers chair.... no shops.. and only alfresco with all people staring at you and the most embarrassing moment when the girls are watching with all the giggles and whispering..when school starts the lesson will be boring... "selamat sejahtera cikgu".. then comes recess.. now the real lesson starts... all the running on the corridor to the canteen.. with the kejar-kejar and the polis sentri... huuu... must be a one heck of a recess..than after school.. waiting for the bus to arrive.. there would be a small stall out side of the school compound selling all the junk food like super ring, tora, ding-dang, roller-coaster.. and that thing.. the one that capture most of kids attention.. keropok tikam... we call it that because when u bought it.. its like participating in a lucky draw.. u can choose which one to pick and opens it.. there will be a card tells u that u won something or just 'THANK YOU".
i bought that once.. i mean twice.. ok2.. so many times.. well i wanted to win that toy car with that small plastic robot with it..but heres the catch.. out of those 40 pack.. there is only 3 winners.. so me and my friends keep on buying and none of us got the prize...until there is no money left.. and we felt so disappointed..instead of wat happen.. annoyingly theres only 3 packet left and this some kid came out of nowhere bought all three of it and eventually he won all the prizes..(damn that kid).. thats when i told myself to stop buying that crap... instead, i bought Apollo layer cake... and i love it.. then the bus came..we get on the bus and take our seats.. there is hierarchy in the seats where the seat next to the driver is the most popular place... its like the kings throne and the second popular place is the entrance of the bus door..its like the knights place where there will be person who guarding the door to protect others from falling off the bus.. (what a noble thing to do... stupid and dangerous) who ever stands there as the door keeper will find them selves cool and macho around the girls.. well.. its dangerous.. girls like boys with an attitude...hehehe... i once stood there as the door keeper.. i mean twice.. ok2 more then once.. (happy?).. its my favorite spot back then.. ok.. so then we soon arrive to our own house one by one...entering the door and you cam smell mom's special chicken curry with the fried kangkong belacan with fried bull eye egg..(telo mata kerbau laaa) huuu... im starving right now.. huhuhu..then my mom serve me with love and care... (i miss her).. and we had lunch.. then mom gets in the car and off to work... haaaaaaaa.. thats all about it.. the school times in my childhood memories... dont let your childhood memories fly away coz when u become a parent.. this will be your story to tell your kids about your experience in childhood...