I managed to wake up at 630 am. I rushed to the toilet and tried to do my morning routine as fast as possible. I walked down the hallway with my head buzzing, I felt so dizzy due to lack of sleep. In fact, I slept for only 2 hours. Credits to Kachiko, he promised to give a wake up call. He never did. Geeeee Kachiko!!! No, it s not his fault... hhaha
and in addition, lack of sleep gave growth to my recent pimple. When I woke up, it was swelling and purplish... It s like I am putting a purple ruby stone there... gross
*Music playing : Haven't met you yet by Michael Buble*--> woow, his voice is damn sexy here!
I had quick breakfast with my beloved Koko Crunch Duo. Chump.. chump.. Byebye my room, the mess and the brand new aircon... see you in 1 month time.. Mummy will be back... I shed my tear and walk away...
No, no tears.. I am not that drama...
and drag my backpack and wait for the bus. It was sooooo looonggg!
As time went by, I went dizzy and my pimple swells even more, it is now filled with oily liquid inside. Yikes,... I couldnt stand the desire to deflate it. It was 930am when I reached the airport and the plane will be taking off t 1035am. I havent bought the ticket yet so I ran to the ticketing office, and as expected for low flight, they still had spaces and I could get the ticket 45 MINS BEFORE TAKING OFF.
When I got to the immigration gate, the security officer asked for my passport and asked where I was going, and I told him.. Pontianak. In Malay speaking countries, Pontianak is a synonym of Kuntilanak, a female ghost which is known for her unpleasant high frequency laugh and a hole in her body and long hair to hide it. He bursted. I knew what he s been thinking. Huh... embarrasement. T_T
As we all know, the air pressure in the airplane is increased.. so the air was pressing my pimple.. And as the result, it was swollen to its maximum radii and it was stuffed with yellowish liquid inside.. WOow, by then i was like having a jade stone on my face.. walah...
But who cares?? Now I am at home already!
Pontianak does not change a bit. It is still the same small town. Haha...
My mother cooked steamed chicken with turmeric and some herbs and it is sooooo delicious! This is what we are supposed to call chicken, the meat is soft and it has the taste of chicken and not too oily, that ones in Singapore are too oily and too big and they taste like cooking oil...
So here I am at home.. Enjoying wi-fi, world cup, air con and free flow of food and beverages from the fridge. I can forget all my trouble and I am so happy at home.
I thought I will be sleeping in my own bedroom; which is very comfortable; unlike PGP room, it got decent aircon, nice space, perfect bed for slumber, TV... I miss my bedroom!!! I noticed that my mum changed the bedsheet, it is now white with red flower pattern on it, so sweet and calming... :)) I am really grateful for that. But it turns out that my mum and dad had another plan. Together, we move the portable bed to the master bedroom and put it there. So My brother and I sleep together with my mum and dad in their bedroom. Reminds me of my childhood time. It is like a camping now.. hahah....
I told them "I cannot do this, I am a grown up and I will be sleeping in my bedroom. ". But I just cannot. I thought I am a grown up.. I am one. But I will always be my mum's and dad's little girl
My sister is having her exam tomo. So she is not home yet. Until then we are still incomplete..
Aaaaahhhh.. I am afraid by 6 July I have no guts to leave home.. It happened. Last semester when the time came for me to go back to Sg, I found it was so hard for me. I wept and even thought of quitting school. *here come our drama queen* I said to my mum : " PleasePleasePlease I dont want to leave, I ll be good,... "
I loooovvveeee home
Home is goooood!
More boasting coming soon
hehehe....
