Tomorrow is first Ramadhan.
Ah..
I miss home. I miss dad, mom, n sis.
Since Johore is on holiday, they're due to drive here after work today and stay one night at my place. The plan then is to break fast together tomorrow, and then they'll be driving back. Mom planned it all, she invited aunts and uncs as well, and she forwarded the texts to me. So clearly I can see how excited she was (as always :P).
But sadly, I have to cancel as I have to overnight in the office to complete merger & acquisition project. Screw it la!
Ah the truth is, I may be 24, but this is one area that I'm weak at. Take away my boyfriend, well I'll probably cry for days, and then I'd bounce back. But take away my family, gosh that's it, I'm dead :)
Down the memory lane, during school days, they always came to my debate tournament. And in National Service, they drove about 3 hours to Malacca every weekend to visit me. I still remember how dad used to carry a basket full of food about 1 km to my camp, and then we'll picnic together like nobody else's business :)
And then when I entered Matriculation, again they came like every weekend all the way (about 2-hours journey) just to bring me out. When I entered university, their support was still immense.
And now when I started working, just when I thought I'm 'adult' enough for them to let me go, it has become the otherwise. They visited me even more often, and sometimes it's crazy when you think about how 'crazy' they are, especially dad. :) There were few occasions that he drove here right after work (normally on Friday), and reached here about 4am. And then he opened his handyman-box thing, and straightaway started amending here and there! You name it; from mere hammering the nails to even painting my room pink.
*sigh* I do miss dad.
Mom on the other hand is different, her care is more on the emotional side of it. For instance, up until today she'll call me every morning to wake me up. Though I woke up much earlier than that (as I want to get the free parking in the super expensive Damansara Heights area), and my respond would be "yeah woke up d", "yeah driving", or "yeah in the office now", yet she never give up on calling :) Mom. Super cute in her own way. She'll call me like more than 3 times a day as well to check on how am I doing.
These are just a fraction though.
So if u ask me what drives me, I'd say: them. I certainly have to give back to them, though I know it'll never match what they poured onto me. Nevertheless, no other person will matter more than these 2 people. Not even you, baby (sorry :P).
Til then.
*counting days to go back* .lalala.
Ah..
I miss home. I miss dad, mom, n sis.
Since Johore is on holiday, they're due to drive here after work today and stay one night at my place. The plan then is to break fast together tomorrow, and then they'll be driving back. Mom planned it all, she invited aunts and uncs as well, and she forwarded the texts to me. So clearly I can see how excited she was (as always :P).
But sadly, I have to cancel as I have to overnight in the office to complete merger & acquisition project. Screw it la!
Ah the truth is, I may be 24, but this is one area that I'm weak at. Take away my boyfriend, well I'll probably cry for days, and then I'd bounce back. But take away my family, gosh that's it, I'm dead :)
Down the memory lane, during school days, they always came to my debate tournament. And in National Service, they drove about 3 hours to Malacca every weekend to visit me. I still remember how dad used to carry a basket full of food about 1 km to my camp, and then we'll picnic together like nobody else's business :)
And then when I entered Matriculation, again they came like every weekend all the way (about 2-hours journey) just to bring me out. When I entered university, their support was still immense.
And now when I started working, just when I thought I'm 'adult' enough for them to let me go, it has become the otherwise. They visited me even more often, and sometimes it's crazy when you think about how 'crazy' they are, especially dad. :) There were few occasions that he drove here right after work (normally on Friday), and reached here about 4am. And then he opened his handyman-box thing, and straightaway started amending here and there! You name it; from mere hammering the nails to even painting my room pink.
*sigh* I do miss dad.
Mom on the other hand is different, her care is more on the emotional side of it. For instance, up until today she'll call me every morning to wake me up. Though I woke up much earlier than that (as I want to get the free parking in the super expensive Damansara Heights area), and my respond would be "yeah woke up d", "yeah driving", or "yeah in the office now", yet she never give up on calling :) Mom. Super cute in her own way. She'll call me like more than 3 times a day as well to check on how am I doing.
These are just a fraction though.
So if u ask me what drives me, I'd say: them. I certainly have to give back to them, though I know it'll never match what they poured onto me. Nevertheless, no other person will matter more than these 2 people. Not even you, baby (sorry :P).
Til then.
*counting days to go back* .lalala.
