Home is where your heart is

This post has nothing to do with usm life at all.
just plain I miss home mode..
I miss my grandma..
some might say im just bluffing.. (sape plak y nak rindu nenek tghari bute camni)
Her tongue was sharp and her words make everybody's heart bleed. She was a tyrant, but she was there. We saw our parents only a few times a year since we were kid but as long as I could remember, wan had always been a part of my life. I believed grandmothers lived forever.
Acu salu ckp 'taola your grandma' since forever and I am really annoyed with her since she practically brought us up. She told us what to do, when to do it and it irritated the hell out of me. I often get beaten and chased around our house for not doing the chores she set us up with. Acu and mak are always there to support wan whenever we get scolded and I used to hate them for that.When I remember the way she treats us now I can smile and said.. that is my grandma.. and I am proud to show all of my friends and says my grandma rocks. If not for her, maybe I am not who I am today. She taught me well.. that old lady.. she taught us how fold the shirts, how to sweep the floor and even how to leave your laundry in the washing machine. She taught us to be a human thats the right words.. .She was eccentric, sharp-tongued and sometimes a tyrant, but she never let me forget what was really importan