It was Sunday, i postponed my guitar classes so i can go pay my respect to my RIP grandmother in Nirvana Memorial Park. Once a year, i'm actually looking forward to it. under the hot sun, many people, full of cars. THe wheater is so hot, it can make you go insane. But i really look forward to it. To some people of my age, they don't really care much of ancestors, lost ones and etc.. They said to move forward and make money as all that is what really means in life.
To me, they are still stuck in the rat race, not knowing what life can be. haha pity them.
Anyway, i was walking with my grandfather, a guy that don't need to work much in his life. He told me on that day t\while looking at the hills from the park, he told me some names about the hills. Where he and his brother make way and live in there for a few years during the Japanese Occupation. They followed the Komunis because their parents are force to work for them. The 3 stars. Come to think of it, he lived a hard life. Praying everyday only for survivor. TOday kids pray to have a PS3 tomorrow, and don't like to eat. The world changes? or human changes?
He still live now peacefuly in the same house for 20 over years. the porch is narrow and long.
I still remember i spend some of my primary school holidays in that house. the motorcycle i sit as he brought me to places where i can buy sweets or bubble gums.
