i had such a weird dream last night. it was a mix of a flashback and the future. my nenek on my ayahs side passed away when i was 7 years old. i dreamt about her. i was the closest to her :) back in kl, we used to bake butter cakes every week. i even remembered the recipe by heart. but i cant even remember a single thing now. id trade all the things i remember now to remember neneks butter cake recipe. cos it was the best. i used to watched silly dramas with nenek back then. go to places and eat at random gerais. enjoy durians by the street. i was only a little girl back then. but my nenek was really strong :) i dont know why she came into my dreams all of a sudden. one thing for sure i remembered was when she went into icu, i was all the way here in brunei. i was in schpol doing a test until mom came and pick me up. told me the bad news and i just had to leave. we flew to kl that very night. until now i never managed to visit her grave. it still makes me sad. if i cant even see ayah, how can i see my nenek? now i tend to wonder why she came into my dream, makes me wonder if my atok is alright. i have to visit him soon :( before.. im.. too late. al-fatihah.