As I'm writing this, I was smiling at my messed up blog layout which I've been trying to re-arrange since ages ago! And because of that my writing routine also got messed up! Plus, I've been so exhausted after my chores of cooking, and cleaning.
Anyway, just ignore everything. I feel like writing now. And that's because I am so happy and counting down the days for me to..................... jeng..jeng..jeng...
Once a year this is the most awaited time and activity for us staying abroad, during summer. Why?
My family, in a very 'skema' way.
from left-top: Farhana, Husna, Hajar and Khalilah.
left-front: ibu and bapak.
First an foremost, TINI is on summer break! 2 and a half month of long break and vacation. from end of June until September.
And then there goes the group of 'monkeys' waiting for me at home. Awhhh...my sisters. I missed them. Their giggles and 'pot, pet, pot, pet at my mom's dining table in the kitchen. Don't get me wrong, I missed my parents too. So much! Everything in the house. The environment, the furniture, the smell.. awwhhhh...
And then the, small town of Kuala Klawang, in Jelebu, Negeri Sembilan. We moved around a lot because my dad used to be a soldier. He's like a tactic trainer and everybody called him, 'Cikgu'. 'Cikgu askar!' *wink*
So, Kuala Klawang is the last place we move to before her retired. And Kuala Klawang is his hometown. Bought a land an built a house on it 15 years ago.
Okay, let's get back to the real deal. Going to back to Malaysia or more specific my 'kampung'. Right now I'm imagining the 'pasar malam' on Wednesday evening. The 'kedai cendol' we had our tea break in the afternoon. All of those are among the things that made me greet my teeth and felt the warm tears running on my cheek. Not the places really, the time I get to spend with them the whole time I am home.
My sisters. My 4 sisters. I've known a friend in Dubai that has all sisters in her family. You know who you are. *wink* When we talk, it happened the same things. Talks and giggles like 'chipmunks' that what she said. Anyone out there, you can't blame us. We are close, really close! We barely seen each other, even when I was in Malaysia, because each of us are in boarding school, or college.
The thought of them, made my 'balik kampung fever' even worse.
Argghh... Now I started imagining my mom's newly renovated house, like.. almost a year ago. My dad's herbs garden at the back. Going to the 'dusun', looking for durian. The waterfall, Jeram Toi and Jeram Gading, my mom 'ikan keli salai masak lemak cili api' and it's like 9 days to go.. 9 days! :( But I'll be patient. Packing the bags, and stuff.
Did I tell you guys, that I'm going back just with my babies? Yes, the three of us. Mr. Fadzil will stay behind and go back in August just a few days before Ramadhan.
So, that's me and my fever. *wink*