.fly baby fly.

I was on my way to work this morning when i saw the TUDM practicing for the merdeka parade. There were at least eleven helicopters flying around in the sky, carrying flags. One carried the big malaysian flag while the rest bear the states ones.

It looked like a mommy chicken with ten baby chickens tailing her from behind, swirling around in the sky.

Malaysia's birthday is just around the corner. Remembered how my late dad used to bring me to dataran merdeka to watch the parade. I love watching the march past. He'll carry me up on his shoulder and would happily tell me his 'little stories' of how the japanese army used to fell in love with my grandma and wanted to kidnap him. We would bring along some sandwiches mom made for us and ate it while walking from Brickfields to Dataran Merdeka. We'll look at the clouds and he would sing some tamil song and i'll giggle like mad. He was a merry person, my dad.

Ayah, i miss him.

I want to watch the parade this year.