Hatred 2.7

This blog is started under a super emo mood. And yet, this posting was posted because i dun wanna c the blog being so empty.

It was the Ratty Chinese New Year, the celebration that i hate the most. This is mainly because my family celebrate this day, and this change my life.

We had to clean up the house b4 new year, which i think it's a waste of energy, because we are going back to our parents hometown.

We need to buy new cloths. Our delightful mother is wise enough to do all the shopping by herself (sometimes accompany by one of my sisters), and after that, she makes all her daughters her barbie dolls. Well, she save our time from shopping, but I still dun enjoy trying on all kinds of shirts.

After all, we need to pack for hometown (my parent's hometown, I'll call it my hometown for shortcut). I dislike to go there, there will be a long list of reason if you ask me why. This year, I only pack on the day we are getting up to the north-south highway (if I ever have time to pack, I rather finish my holiday work).

Just face it, just because of a chinese new year, I have to missed a chinese language lesson, a malay language tuition and my loveliest history tuition. My dad decided to went back earlier just in case we trapped into the unwanted traffic jam. But do they ever think of me? I mean, I use to sleep during history lesson in school...=^_^=

We spend 3 to 4 hours travelling there, long distances for me. I easily get dizzy in vehicles, 5 to 10 minutes in a moving car is enough for me. Imagine how sick will I turn in this journey...

I have no good memories in my hometown. Never once in my life I ever get a peaceful vacation from there. I was a naughty girl in th elders' eye since young, if anything get wrong among the kids (me, my sister, my cousins...), 99% is my fault. Well, maybe I was really a bad girl when I was young. Until last year, I still give them bad impression by roaring them (can't blame me, the weather there is hell-like toasty!). In conclusion, I dun like them and they dun like me.

This year was slightly different. Some of my relatives are not here, and I hardly care about the others by keeping myself emo. I help a bit in housechores, and they though I was slightly grown up. Amazingly, I have been here for whole two days without any scolding. I was kinda miss the feeling of being in my hometown, I hope they will continue that so I can continue hate this town like the past fifteen years.

I am at a small town in North Perak (Not Ipoh, If I am that lucky...). There isn't any Midvalley Megamall, ro KLCC, or One U, or Time Square etc. here. I hate shopping, but Ilike to see big shopping mall around me, at least there will be something I need inside. This small town here just have Fajah and The Store for the past 15 years. On my visit during the year of rat, there is Tesco and Giant here. I took an hour to Tesco today (for the air-cond, its insanely hot here.), it shows this proverb perfectly well: You can take a boy out of the village, but you can't take the village out of the boy. The people there really ...(I dun wanna say -_-"). The seafood area in Tesco was a great example, the way they clean the seafood was extraordinarily "hygienic", blood every where on where they exhibit. Pls, I doesn't mean to disgrace Tesco, they are nice place, but depends on where they where placed.

Well, I still don't like this place. I will still come back here for every chinese new year if I ever under the guardianship of my parents. Anyway, it will be around ten years or less than that...