Mum said Ami Dollah and the rest of Aunty Shimahs' family was coming over for dinner, that's why she and Aunty Shimah were busy slaving over the kitchen stoves preparing such a massive feast. So massive that I almost thought tomorrow was raya! Haha..
It feels so good to be home, even more when you haven't been back in a long time, or when you are back, you're never really 'there'- If you know what I mean. The last time I came back was when Mum, Abah and Hidayah, and 8 chicks (8 anak ayam bukan awek ye) came to get me from campus. That wasn't too long ago. But I was too busy finishing off my proposal to soak in the comforts of being home in all its glory, and I got so frustrated that I couldn't go to Selayang and see Nenek, or have dinner outside with my family or send Ina back to the hospital because I was frustratingly trying to get my work done before I go back the next morning that I started crying. and mind you, it wasn't the occasional few shed of tears and then wiping them off. It was the waterworks. The real deal with all the sobbing and all. Gawd when I think back, it's just so hilarious and not to mention embarrassing. Haha! Damnit woman, baru proposal! Havent even gotten to the real stuff yet! -____-" Gawddd I'm a loooserrrrr.. hahaha...
Well, went to send Hidayah to a birthday party at KFC earlier and Balqees suggested we go for Tutti Frutti, which has become some sort of a ritual we do when we both are back. I like it :)
When I got back from Tutti Frutti only did I realize the 8 (used to be chicks but are now) chickens in a cage at the front porch. I was smart, and jakun, so I took one out thinking it would be all manja like a cat and just stay in place while I stroked it. Instead, it got loose and started to run about and I had to run around trying to catch it and stuff it back in it's cage before the cats of the neighbourhood had a taste of Mr. KFC there. Then I had to take a shower to rid myself of chicken scent. ick.
Everybody arrived not too long later. I spent the whole night NOT studying, instead, I was goofing around with the kids. Took them out to get aiskrim potong for nenek (cz she was craving them!), let the kids hijack my phone and fill it with their self-portraits, we made a mess on the floor playing with pyssla beads because Daus kicked the tub over and we had to pick the tiny little pieces up. I swear he's getting naughtier ever time I see him. He tried to squeeze Hidayahs 2 day old chicks a little while before! Well, as I was on my knees picking up the pieces, Farah, this 9 year old kid my aunt was sitting said to me, "nasib baik lah Kakak Ikah penyabar kan?"
I just laughed and said, "laa.. takpe.. takpe.." But what she said kinda triggered something in me. I've been perpetually pissed about something so very much lately. What happened earlier today made me more pissed than ever but my bitchin' buddy will be too busy with his work to listen to me I just don't have the heart to bother him with irrelevant details of my oh-so pathetic life, even if he's always always asking about it, and says he's never minded listening. Maybe when I'm done with thispretty screwed up semester, the updating will start. Besides, Bella will be back this time. Yeay!! I can't believe it! And guess whats better? Her break is starting the SAME TIME as ours, anddddd.. she'll be back for a month! Wohooo!
So, here comes the memories I thought were lost flooding back into my mind; of our corner in Subway, the train rides back to campus. All the times we got gelabah together, and of the time ther you-know-who called in the car and we were shouting with excitement that we got sesat on the way back from campus. Happy time:P Me and Ede are always talking about how happier we were back then. Oh the good ol' days does bring smiles. We miss Min dearly too.
It all started in our foundation, and now it's the last semester of our last year here. It kinda feels sad it'll all be over soon...
I'm trying so hard to make things ok again, but I don't know where to start and I don't know what to fix.
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