..Cold Chilly Nites..

Its a cold, calm and chilly nite, As i stay awake alone i recall back the nites like this for all the years past, This nites always leaves me with something to remember, Always has a memory to linger...it always makes me wonder and think.. Its the cold winds.. When i was younger, December use to be the month where you always get nites like this. I close my eyes. I see my grandma and grandpa in their hall with a small Christmas Tree lighted up. Yes its almost Christmas. And we will be there, playing, watching TV. Though difference in religion. We respect one another. And its the company that they want...and its the copanionship that we give. Its cold and there is hot cocoa, the sky filled with stars. So clear..yes..there's the chill wind again. My grandparents has long been gone. but i will always have those nites to remember.. When i was in school, i remember the nites when we had Khemah Ibadat, or some sleepover in school. I went to a convent school in the heart of Melaka. How creepy. where all history began. Left and right are musuems and monuments left by the war centuries ago. At one nite i sat at the balcony with my friend..at that moment over looking ST Pauls Hill..i felt so gratefull to be a Mallaccan, infact proud to be a Malaysian. And i first started to appreciate life...yes..there was this chill wind.. As i grew, i recall my self lepaking with my frens, the crew at the block, laughing we were, singing,joking about anything to everything, we talk about ourself, shared our problems... we had a great time.Sam, Nor, Masna,Godzy, Niza, Ana, Zakiah, Shira, Kay-C, Abby, Nenek, Elina, SHaukat..where are you guys now..what are you guys doing...we had fun...we had youth!!!~~..then i remember having late nite snack with my sweetheart, hanging with his friends and mine after a nite of studies for a cup of teh tarik and so on.i recall my self walking in the streets of KL with a friend or two, looking for something to eat. Having a great time talking at a sidewalk stall after a days of work or maybe on Friday nite. The best ever.. I see myself walking by the sidewalk at Time Square with my housemate Ana. I see myself in Singapore with my cousins..walking down block to block playing, having the place to ourself as no one around, watching a late nite movie at the nearest mall, catching the last train back...i missed those times. i see myself on this windy nite, in pink wardrobe and in labour, waiting for the birth of my lil sunshine.I see my sweetheart now my husband waiting for me.and yes..it was chilly as this nite. not like other nites. This chilly cold nites are special...and now..i dun see much of it as i use too..when i was younger...