Wednesday, December 29, 2004

Grandma's fine. Thanks everyone. But i'm really saddened by the bond among the family. Family Politics among the older generation, which i've no rights to interfere, let alone bitch about it. Wellz, they are certainly old enough to settle this on their own, clear the disputes over themselves. They have enough "mouths" over there to argue on the whois right and whois wrong, they are sensible to plan wat are they gonna do next, considerin the fact tat the youngest "kid" is already 45years old. .

The family [excludin the "invisible" bro whois always in camp] left for JB, Malaysia to settle the family politics regarding Grandma 2 days back. And why am I still here, bloggin away? School commitments, understood? Now I'm Home Alone. Havin 2 completed days with no restrictions, havin 2 complete days of pure enjoyment, havin 2 complete days with the authority to walk around the house naked, with the door closed of course, havin 2 complete day of not needin to curb the craving for a fag in the middle of the night, havin 2 complete days so far havin the illusion that I'm the Head of the House, which makes me Your Highness. Dun I think it's really fantastic? Initally, yes, but not now.

It's bad enough to take the god-damn freakin packed bus ALONE. It's bad enough havin to endure 1hr of bus ride from school ALONE. But it's even worse when you opened the wooden door of you house, there's a whole lot of chores greeting gleefully at the sight of you when all you wana to do is to collapse down on the familiar embrace of your bed. The pile of clothes lyin on the livin room's sofa waitin to be fold, the pile of stinky dishes in the sink waitin to be washed, the mountain full of rubbish to be thrown, the hair-flooded floor waitin to be swept, the dried-but-now-drenched-again clothes in the corrider waitin to "come-home-to-join-their-folks-in-the-livin-room-sofa", the pool of rainwater caused by an unclosed window (courtesy of Your Highness, me!) waitin to be soaked dry. On top of that, the hungry stomach which is groanin, waitin to be fed! Damn again. Sittin on a clothes-invaded sofa, layin my feet on the endless-streams-of-hair floor, havin a Boxing Day leftover Ham and slice of chocolate log cake, I happily settled in front of the television. These are those few moments I missed my mum when she's not around. Without her naggin.

So Dad, Mum, Sis, Please come home soon. I missed you. In additional, I do miss the gleamin silvery no-leftover-food sink, the sparklin house floor, the neatly arranged folded clothes, the nice-smellin washed clothes, the fresh air in the house, the heart-warmin atmosphere, the discussion over News, the noisy family chattin. MORE.

The verdict: I'm a lousy wife in the future. I hope i'll get a good husband. To be excat, A husband who is agreeable to do most of the chores. I dun mind washin the car in exchange though.

beautiful memories on. 1:18:00 am x ........................................