back into tshirts and short, with hair up in a ponytail...
background is the sound of grasscutting downstairs...
and my mummy packing up stuff in my room
(which has been converted into a storeroom...)
as i sit here...
sweating...
(and wondering abt the feasibility of installing a/c)
i feel...lost
because my home is no longer the same home i remembered
after the renovation works in december last year...
i dunno where things are kept...
and while i am packing my room/storeroom
i have to keep shouting "MA!!! where is the XXX??"

but...but...but...
there is still that familiar sense of belonging...
when i fell asleep in my queen-sized bed last night...
and as i woke up this morning
to the sounds of bustling and chatting
coming from the aunties and uncles at the void deck...
i know...
that i am finally...home

'diga' roti prata kosongs for breakfast
and yummy chicken rice for lunch...
costing my family a total amount of less than SGD$20
compared to one meal in aussie for AUD$30 at least
yes...i know...i feel...and i totally understand
that i really do belong...
that this is indeed MY HOME