Returning home…aft work
The first Saturday was pretty bad. I expected to attend a department meeting, it ended up brushing up my press release, cos ah boss was in macau and everybd just did their own stuffs. I was totally bored. Perhaps that’s how I started to get pissed off when I reached home, aft the 1st week of work.
Mei mei gave me a lift to the train station. I was determined to go home, so I pushed my way into the commuter with an empty stomach. I took a nap while guarding my laptop along the journey. Then, when bro. picked me up, he started indicating me that I can come home by bus next time. While he lectured me on this, he was running like 20km/h I guess?? Which really make me feel like roaring like a dinosaur, when in fact my stomach was roaring too!!
Then, when I arrived home, there’s some prob. with my bed due to the excellent decisions made by my parents (enuf said, I’m totally out of this, not gonna say it anymore). And so, juggling the “due de mi hoon” that I hated out of all the noodles in the world, I went for an afternoon nap at the…well, if u call that as a bed which makes u feel like lying on thousand pebbles. Ok, aft a decent nap and food, I woke up with my sense back to my head. Immediately, I regretted for saying what I did the moment I reached home, which is a real f***ing > I shouldn’t hv come back!!
And so, with all the guilt that I deserved, I walked down stairs, still with my dignity in mind. I apologised for what I said and explain. And I did make it clear that, if possible, plz don’t make any decisions when I’m not aware of, or at least, I’m not keen of. I understand the feeling of being protected, and how lucky I am to hv a family that care. Yet, perhaps, this is also why I always choose to live far away from home, if possible.
I always knew that I hv a choice. But I chose to study in penang instead of KL. Further my studies in Brisbane, instead of Perth, where 4th uncle and his family live, the relatives that I know will always make sure I’m in the best condition. And this time, in case of the job offer at Inti, which is basically 5 minutes drive from my house, I prefer to move out and stay in KL, next to my current company.
Yet, when I’m home, I will stay at the kitchen with mom, and update the whole family (the 2 men will listen from the living room) about the troubles and targets that I have made. I need them. However, I also need my own time and space. I need to hv my own life. That’s why I come back form Oz. many, many, many ppl, were curious why on earth I didn’t stay but chose to come back instead. Simple, my family. it felt empty when u cud only hear them through skype or long distant calls. And felt helpless when one of them is sick or not feeling well.
Again la, I need time. Mayb that’s y the 2nd week was so much better. I took my time to attend the meetings, ate my lunch while waiting 4 the bus and went home by commuter with the same pushing process. During this trip, I felt better and normal. I slept while grabbing my laptop tightly. And I didn’t explode at anybody. Unlike other travelling trips (duno y, I always felt trd aft travelling short/ long trip) I felt refresh and I chatted, chatted and chatted with mom. Things r in control although I still hv 2 lay on the thing named bed. With a different attitude this time, I know, I’m home.
Mei mei gave me a lift to the train station. I was determined to go home, so I pushed my way into the commuter with an empty stomach. I took a nap while guarding my laptop along the journey. Then, when bro. picked me up, he started indicating me that I can come home by bus next time. While he lectured me on this, he was running like 20km/h I guess?? Which really make me feel like roaring like a dinosaur, when in fact my stomach was roaring too!!
Then, when I arrived home, there’s some prob. with my bed due to the excellent decisions made by my parents (enuf said, I’m totally out of this, not gonna say it anymore). And so, juggling the “due de mi hoon” that I hated out of all the noodles in the world, I went for an afternoon nap at the…well, if u call that as a bed which makes u feel like lying on thousand pebbles. Ok, aft a decent nap and food, I woke up with my sense back to my head. Immediately, I regretted for saying what I did the moment I reached home, which is a real f***ing > I shouldn’t hv come back!!
And so, with all the guilt that I deserved, I walked down stairs, still with my dignity in mind. I apologised for what I said and explain. And I did make it clear that, if possible, plz don’t make any decisions when I’m not aware of, or at least, I’m not keen of. I understand the feeling of being protected, and how lucky I am to hv a family that care. Yet, perhaps, this is also why I always choose to live far away from home, if possible.
I always knew that I hv a choice. But I chose to study in penang instead of KL. Further my studies in Brisbane, instead of Perth, where 4th uncle and his family live, the relatives that I know will always make sure I’m in the best condition. And this time, in case of the job offer at Inti, which is basically 5 minutes drive from my house, I prefer to move out and stay in KL, next to my current company.
Yet, when I’m home, I will stay at the kitchen with mom, and update the whole family (the 2 men will listen from the living room) about the troubles and targets that I have made. I need them. However, I also need my own time and space. I need to hv my own life. That’s why I come back form Oz. many, many, many ppl, were curious why on earth I didn’t stay but chose to come back instead. Simple, my family. it felt empty when u cud only hear them through skype or long distant calls. And felt helpless when one of them is sick or not feeling well.
Again la, I need time. Mayb that’s y the 2nd week was so much better. I took my time to attend the meetings, ate my lunch while waiting 4 the bus and went home by commuter with the same pushing process. During this trip, I felt better and normal. I slept while grabbing my laptop tightly. And I didn’t explode at anybody. Unlike other travelling trips (duno y, I always felt trd aft travelling short/ long trip) I felt refresh and I chatted, chatted and chatted with mom. Things r in control although I still hv 2 lay on the thing named bed. With a different attitude this time, I know, I’m home.
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