Mood : :(
Why : I miss my baby
Well since nazirul fariq is no where to found, i found this old boo
k bout scenes from malaysian life . Its from lydia teh, who wrote this book as a response to things that happen in her life, a way of coping and letting off steam ?
Title when the lights go out;
The lights go out and the fans stop spinning . Dusshh blackout ! Duhh well with no lights, no air-con, no fan, no television, no radio, and no computer in working condition, that ignoble day yawned into the night. The minutes inched by. It made us wonder how our forefathers passed the time without the convenience of electricity. What was there to do at night? Perhaps this is one reason why families of old are so LARGE
Early to bed,
Early to rise,
make a baby,
in the night
