I was supposed to go back home this weekend with a friend, but sadly, he told us last night that he had a last minute business trip to attend to starting from today, Wednesday, thus he was not able to make it on time to go back on Friday evening.
I was can't tell you how much disappointed or frustrated I was when Jason told me about the phone call. And we were having dinner with cell. After that, I think, I became rather quiet and moody. Hahaha, I guess my face must have shown it. (It's been a habit of mine since I was a kid, that I can sometime sulk to max! Must break this bondage!). When reached home, Jason asked me what's wrong. I just couldn't help say anything, but my tears just rolled. Haha.. I never missed home this much! But I guess he saw I was really,really, really homesick. After all, it's been more than a month since I went home.
And so, I really doubted that I could get any bus tix by now (to & fro), but praise God, I managed to get them! I was so elated!!! Anything, yes, anything is better than staying here when I'm supposed to be back home. I sometimes wonder what happens if I was in a place further than Spore, like Australia? Oh my, I can't imagine being homesick then. It'll be too far and too costly to go back home then. No wonder I hear a lot of friends who, migrated there and had depression issues during their first year or so, stay there.
But I guess I appreciate home more than I have ever been before. Where is home? For me, home will always be sweet ol' Malacca. :)
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