the first night i returned, i had no bed to sleep in. because my room was being used as a temporary storeroom for my brothers’ belongings and junk. there was only one path left in the room, which led to the bathroom.

the second day involved lots of my dad’s workers going in and out of the house doing some painting jobs so we had to keep our valuables locked just in case. and having no room to unpack or to lock my things in, i had to leave the carry-on bag (still unpacked then) i had from the previous day in my parents’ room. it was pathetic.

and for the next two days i had to continue living out from the suitcase as if i was living in a hotel.

when i finally regained access to my room, my digestive system screwed up and there was this day i ate only two slices of plain bread for the entire day. and the next day, i mumbled my order for a salad during dinner while my ex-colleagues stared at me in total disbelief. the male ex-colleague was eating his food with a painful expression until my admin head asked him if his food was really that unpalatable. he replied no, it’s just that he thought my dinner was totally unappealing and unfilling, how can it possible be dinner?

now, my mum has ordered me to mop the floor.

i wanna go back to the kampung of australia.