This final bit features the interiors of the house.
The typical kampung cement kitchen. It's always so wet and messy looking. Gotta wear them heavy red wooden clogs. When grandpa was alive he used to be here most of the time cooking up a storm.
The old, dark, dusty store room downstairs which used to scare me a lot as a child. This was where they'd always store the Coke and Shandy, so I had to frequent in and out of it. Whenever I went in, I always had to keep my back to the wall, or kept looking backwards... just in case there was a monster lurking in the corner of the room, waiting to bite my ass.
The upstairs landing. Upstairs is where most of the bedrooms are. Six of them. The house is mostly made of wood. And cement. My cousins and I were always running up and down the wooden staircases making so much noise it drives our parents up the wall. But this is what CNY IS ALL ABOUT!
The dressing table of my parent's old room. When we came back to visit we always slept in my parent's old bedroom, that is, if we ever slept. Blasted neighbour's freaking firecrackers at midnight always keeping us up at night. I'm aware that this is a horribly taken picture. But I didn't give a fuck anymore as I was losing my patience and so was the cameragirl.
My grandparents' room. That bed is my late grandpa's. It's really very high. When I was wheeee tinier it was great fun climbing onto it. Apparently I didn't grow much, so it's still fun now.
Now that I'm older, balik kampung gets a little boring. There was simply nothing to do except eat goodies, do the visiting thing and watch old CNY special reruns. And that crazy CNY balik kampung heat is just crazy. But whenever we don't make a trip back... I kinda start missing the place. So many old, happy, childhood memories.
And I really miss my grandpa.
Shit. Nobody told me that this stupid getting old thing involves getting soppy nostalgic all the freaking time. Bleargh.
THE END! SHOO!