Home sweet home!!!

Although my home does not smell as sweet as how they always claim it should be, it is always the best place to be rather than anywhere else. Moreover, when I’m in the middle of facing turbulences in my everyday lives, my home is my everything. Nothing feels better than being able to sleep in my own bed, eating home-cooked meals while catching up with your loved ones at the same time. Well, probably not for most people. But any homey person like me could never agree less. For me, my definition of a perfect getaway would be watching movies from pirated VCD (since original ones cost more..) at home in my ‘kaftan’ eating rice with my mum’s famous ‘gulai ayam cili padi’(the dish I’ve been eating since as long as I can remember (pfffttt!!). Someone’s home is a place where he/she can be everything that he/she is not outside. A place where you keep all your childhood secrets and memories in a box written ‘my birthday box’ on it? Yes, unfortunately I’m one of that people who did those miraculous things. But actually I still keep all the things I want to be reminded of in the box sometimes. So that should be ‘do’ for present. Not past. Perhaps, a home might not be that sweet for certain people due to bad childhood memories. But I don’t think that we are capable of denying that a home is a major part of our life cycle on earth. Whether in a positive or negative way, it gives us unforgettable experiences to treasure. Spending most of my days here in Londang, looking at the same faces, solving the same mathematical calculations (and yet, I still confused 2x4 as 2+4????) and stressing my day out with tons of if-you-want-a-bright-future tasks, I always look forward to spending a nice, cozy weekend at home. It is no wonder why my roommates always say “it is the end of the world before she thought of spending a fortnight in MMC!”