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Monday, June 27, 2005
Back to earth.
Malaysia was pretty alright - a welcome respite from all the issues that are troubling me. Unfortunately, we all have to return to face the music someday, and here I am, doing exactly that.
Because we hadn't been to the house for about two years or so, when we got there it was a horror to behold! Sister's room was ankle-deep with lizard shit (alright, alright - I admit I'm exaggerating) and there was SO much dust, dead insects, dead worms, lizard shells, lizard droppings and so on everywhere I just wanted to keel over and die at the thought of having to clean all that up. Evidently I survived the housework! Had a thorough workout sweeping the floor (x4), getting onto my hands and knees and cleaning the room floor with a wet rag (x4) - if you're wondering what the x4's mean, it just goes to show I've evolved into a cleanliness freak so I basically did everything four times to ensure total cleanliness and hygiene in the room. It wouldn't be nice to sleep with a dead worm next to you, would it...
We only spent the first and last nights in Malacca though. In between, we went to Genting for two days. Indoor and outdoor amusement park the first day (we had our fill of relatively unexciting rollercoaster and bumper car rides, but ah well). The second day, we did some shopping and walking around, visited some cute little mushroom farm, then sister and I went to tour the Ripleys Believe it or not! exhibition (it was really eye-opening and slightly creepy, but definitely worth the time and money!) while the parents brought the brother to the arcade to amuse himself. Then parents and sister headed off to the casino to gamble and look-see, while poor little under-aged me was left with the task of entertaining and taking care of my brother - so both of us trooped off to the internet cafe in the hotel. I must be the only person on earth who goes to a LAN shop to MSN and online shop!
I have such mixed feelings about being home, though. On one hand, the escapist in me wishes we'd extended our stay in Malaysia, where I could remain carefree and unfettered by everything plaguing me at the moment, where I could remain elusive and uncontactable because M1's autoroam service failed me majorly (a blessing in disguise, perhaps?), where I could be happy. On the other hand, I'm so glad to be home. I miss my bed, my room, my house, my laptop, my darling pixie, the obese hamster, my friends, and...you get the idea.
Ah. It feels good to be home.
Last night was a slap to the face though. It truly woke me up to the harsh reality - that the world isn't going to be at my beck and call, and people are not always going to behave the way I want them to behave, nor will they perpetually give in to me and my unreasonable whims.
I haven't cried so much in ages.
I thought I knew what I wanted, but suddenly, I'm not so sure anymore.
Pictures coming up soon after I upload them, so those who are allergic to my face, stay away. Don't say I didn't warn you!