Home

Last night there was a sister in pkv asking me where i come from. Overseas, i said. She looked at my with wide eyes. Sarawak, i said again.

"Wow you come from all the way there to study here in UM..."

"Yes"

"When was the last time you go back to your hometown?"

"Erm I've been here since late June when i came here to study."

She looked again at me with wide eyes.

"Do you miss home?"

"Quite"

For numerous time i've heard these questions, and i always (or mostly) give the same answer. People like to ask another question, "Did you cry when you first come here?". I didn't dare to answer this question, at first, i just laughed it off. Now, i will say yes. No longer do i feel shame of saying "yes". For some time i think i should be honest to myself, although sometimes i can feel my eyes wet when talking about what happens before and when i just came here. My roommate likes to say, "Lucky the college activities make us busy then i have no time to miss home." Well, it's quite true, though.

Now there're twenty days left for me to fly home and i'm very excited about it. What is in my mind now is not about the exam, but about what should i do, what i want my mom to cook when i go back home.

Yea, home...