She's Leaving On a Jet Plane

Without realising it, my mom's visit made the house feel like home. There was no friendly face to welcome me back after uni (my bro's face runs parallel to the computer screen), no warm meal waiting to be served during dinner (my meals are room temperature), no one forcing me to eat more so there wont be any leftovers. I think I spent more time with her here compared to back when I was in Msia. Something about Msia makes u wanna go out and do stuff. The itchy feeling you get that can't be satisfied with Astro or Streamyx. Maybe it's something about this expensive place of a country-NZ that brings people together. Finding other things to do that don't require external sources of entertainment which directly encourages you to spend and spend. Sure I miss the noise in Pasar Malam, the cancerous fumes from the fuel guzzling generators, the sardine like LRTs and the el cheapo stuff in Pasar Seni, and the tong sui from Desa Setapak, and the Fried Kuey Teow and Pan Mee and Laksa and satay and roti canai and .......ok.(Wipes drool)ICE KACANG!....come to me!!!!
AHEM!*COUGH COUGH* My point is, Im gonna severely miss my Mom. Severely.