My sister finally started blogging.... actually dah tolong set up the blog dah lama. Jawapan-jawapan yang klise... malas la, tak dak idea la, nak tunggu konsep la. I told her, kalau tunggu and tunggu and tunggu, we will get to nowhere. Wake up one day, tekan keyboard.... yes, the idea would come. And she finally is here - pokoknyioq.blogspot.com. Why pokok nyioq? She explained that in her blog. Memang in our kampung those days, banyak pokok nyioq. Around the house, around the kampung. Memang banyak. Kalau musim hujan and ribut petir paling takut. You could see all these trees almost menyembah bumi dipukul dek ribut. Memang takut masa tu. Macam2 doa keluar. And also belakang rumah banyak pokok buluh. Could hear all the crazy hustling and whistling sounds of these pokok. The funny part (dulu scary la) was bila ribut tengah2 malam, mak akan kejutkan all of us, everybody berselimut depan muka pintu (agaknya nak ready kot, kalau2 rumah roboh!). This is even weird - mak akan letak kukuq nyioq kat muka pintu, letak penyapu jugak. Katanya petua menghadang angin. Tak ingat la menjadi ke tidak ... rasanya ribut macam tu jugak. Tapi tiap2 kali hujan, ribut, bertahun-tahun lamanya, itu lah dia petua mak. Petua orang kampung mak kata. Hmm... lupa dulu2 nak check, ada ke tidak orang2 kampung lain yang buat macam tu. Ataupun, we all saja yang buat ... Anyway, as I always said, those were part of our growing up years in the kampung. Be it weird, be it funny, scary.... we had fun. Looking back I miss all these....
"Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons"
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