Nenek aku ada satu yang rock..

I can safely say I'm not an internet addict. I haven't been online in over a week and I don't feel any withdrawal... too bad I can't say the same for ciggies. Fucking cigarettes ruining my life. The moment I tell someone I cut down or stopped for a while... like magic I go and buy myself a pack.

Anyway about my nenek, takde yang rock dan pakai combat boots... no matter how hard I wished. My paternal grandma is a gem, but a plain jane kinda gem. The only one on my dad's side of the family that doesn't eat meat other than me, she vegan actually. The woman's got determination. The only woman other than mum and sis that I really care about, so good hearted that if she goes to hell then we're all doomed. The kinda person u'd wish would live forever cos u know a large part of u would die if she went.

But my mum's mum... I didn't know her too well but she was really nice to me whenever I went over to my grandpa's place on that side of the family, about a once a week. She would make me say some hokkien phrases just to make me feel like... u know... part of a hokkien family. She was stuck in a wheelchair for as long as I remember.

The following is kinda personal so I'd appreciate it if u guys don't bugger me about it too much. My dad and I were talking one day and he said that he thinks that grandma of mine may be a gangster... not just a any gangster... some big time gangster. I was like, "Say whud...? Old "Chia Poh" (that's what I called her) stuck in a wheelchair Chia Poh? Gangster?"...

Her husband, my mum's dad, apparently owed some chetty money for which the collateral was half the house. Paying back was put off for many yrs some reason la... I don't wanna know... but the chetty and his/her goons never hounded my grandad for it. But when my "Chia Poh" passed away, God rest her soul, they sent some little goons over to my grandad's house the moment they put her in the ground. I was a little kid at the time but I remembered some details.

An unpleasant situation to say the least, like in the deal, they occupied half the house. So my dad figured that all these yrs they nvr hounded my grandad but the moment my "Chia Poh" died, they went in. 2 + 2 = they musta been REALLY afraid of my "Chia Poh". So these little thugs stayed in one half of the same house my grandad lived in. One of them got really rude and a little tough on one of the family members, oopsie... teeny weeny mistake.

Apparently my dad... ye betul... bapa aku... bukan kaki pukul... tapi... ada gangster connections jugak! Also dun wan to know why/how come... but he got some thugs he knew and roughed up the goons that dared be rough with his wife's family members. Apparently also, the goons my dad knew were bigger than the goons in the house so they knew where they stood. They were pretty nice from then. Anyway that ancient debt was settled easily enough after it was found out and the goons needn't come with all their gestapo and occupy my grandad's place.

So yeah... suspicions are that my "Chia Poh" musta been big time for the chetty's goons to not bother them for like... decades, over money some more. Chetty not hounding u for money u owe? The thought of u must be just a little frightening to him. Yeah... dun pray pray, my grandma no rock.. but gangster k!! Dun mess with me man... I tell my grandma ah!

PS: My dad's sadly not a gangster tho.. as much I'd like to tell u guys that my dad is the "don" of the Melaka Chinese Mafia... and that my name is really Luca Braci... the family muscle. Sigh... we all have to be content with our mundane, insignificant lives.