I have plenty of assignment which is due this week but I don’t have any mood to study anymore. With hari raya is just around the corner and the not-so-accommodating -situation that is getting worse day by day, I just can’t wait to fly home again to becoming mommy’s small kid. Honestly, after the first hand experience of the earthquake and listening to a lot of unpleasant news, I am hoping September 19 to come as fast as it could. Even when there is no devastation to the place where I live, the shock does really kill my mood.
Or perhaps the feeling of wanna go home is because I can’t bear to eat those bread and tuna anymore? Yes, I don’t cook and you can ask me to do anything like washing the car, mopping the whole house or mowing the lawn but cooking is not really my cup of tea. This habit of mine began when mom always scolded me for disturbing her in the kitchen when I was small. To address this, one of few things that I did was to get rid of the kitchen. Even now, mom won’t bother not to have me helping her in the kitchen. And yes, the other reason why I don’t cook is because I’m frigging lazy. Yeah, you got that right. I’m the laziest person on earth.
Imagine the surprise my dad got when one day he woke up to yet another beautiful morning to see his daughter cooked him a breakfast. His eyes widened as if they were deceiving him. Yes, it was really me… cooking! It was not so delicious, I know… but the fact that I can actually cook something is a fact, nonetheless. But nobody at home really believes that… Every time I do something like baking a cake or cooking some pudding, they will say, it’s mom’s even when mom does clarify that it’s mine. Yet, that’s one of the many reasons why I love coming back home because they always treat me as if I am a five-year-old kid.
To show you how ‘mood-less’ I am right now, I just opted to stay in my room reading the Twilight saga for more than ten times (I lost count couple of months ago) rather than going downstairs watching formula one, the only sport I enjoy to watch on earth. Even until now, I don’t know who had won the race or who was on the first row of the starting line.
What I really want right now is to go home and I don’t care anymore the hot weather and the hot-tampered Malaysians especially when there’re on the road.(If all the swearing I did say in my mind while driving is projected out, you’ll realize that I swear as lot as the footballer on the pitch.)
I don’t care. I just wanna go to the small town that is a home to me. It is amazing how instantaneously the chocking fear vanished, amazing how suddenly the feeling of security washed over me- even before I am on the street of my hometown- every time I step a foot on the plane, knowing that it’ll bring me home…