LIFE, is something we can't predict, am I right???

For this Raya holiday, I am so lucky that my parents drove all the way from KB to KL to fetch my brother and I to home, as well as the way back from home to KL for school reopening. Just because I search for the ticket too little too late, either it was sold out, or too expensive that costs over a thousand and five hundred!

I went back on friday, after lunch, with my brother waiting inside my room since morning. Don't ask how he got into my girl's block~~ My parents arrived about 3pm after they tour about from Damansara to KL (of course, after missed some junction, as usual...). So, we're five, on the way to Genting to spend a night there for vacation after my booking confirmed. All of us enjoyed ourselves there. Mervin got his chance to play with those machines which eat tokens; Mike had his own date with his friends who worked there; I got to play with my brother and my parents; my parents, take their own sweet time to tour around Genting after so many years. Both of them are not casino-goers, so, basically, just shopped around.

The next morning, after breakfast in the room with some bread and paos my parents seludup from the breakfast hall in the First World Hotel, we went for a walk separately. Mike, Vin and I walk together; while mom and dad went for "pathology". We met up about 11am, where it was the time my bro, bought two cute dummy-puppies. Just for fun. Then we went to check-out before 12noon. From there, we went to the Chin Swee Temple located on the way down the Genting Hill. Finally we get out from Genting by 1pm.

After we stopped at Bentong for lunch, dad let Mike drove all the way back home. It was total absurd that the traffic hardly move at all from Bentong-to-Raub. At least 3 accidents that halted the traffic. But after Raub, the journey was smooth. We reached home at 11pm the same day. Obeyed the speed limit, with patience and lots of cars.

A week flies so fast just by a blink of eyes! Home-cooked meals, chit-chatting with mom and dad, downloading to the fullest with high-speed internet connection at home, tour-guide to friends who visited Kelantan, watch my favorite MTV, went for a >RM300 shopping-spree with mom and so on... My sleep-time is much more better compared to the last trip back home, at least I don't wake up too early for some days, haha...

By Friday night, I checked all those stuff and packed into my luggage bags. Mainly food stuff. As if I am going to closed myself up in a cave with no contacts at all for 2 weeks! haha... I hardly sleep as I intended to spend more time accompanying my mom that night. Both of us slept at 2.30am.

My alarm rangs, but I shutted it off without a second thought. It was my mom who woke me up. By 5.15am, we all waiting inside the car for a friend of Mike to join us along. Hence, by 5.30am, we're on the way down town to search for a heavy breakfast. Well, too early and it was a Saturday weekend, no stall opened. So my dad decided to delayed our breakfast to Fox's Cave (Gua Musang). Along the way, everyone fell asleep, except for my dad, luckily he slept early the night before! It was misty, that I can hardly see enjoyed the scenary beside the highway.

Water-chicken porridge and pan mee. Breakfast delicacies... Belanja by dad's "old-friend" there who smoked pipe.

I took over the driving part from Fox's cave to Bentong. I was tired and lack of sleep. I could feel I swayed a few times. Depending on the rock music to wake me up. My parents sensed that, as they both are experienced drivers. After a lunch at Bentong, My dad drove. I gave the guide to Mike's college with the help of Garmin X mobile. Well, I wasted too much battery life as light-up clock last night, my phone died on the way to Mike's hostel. There, everyone waited 30 mins for my phone to charge-up, as we need it to guide the way to my hostel in UM.

I could see the tired faces of my parents. Yet, I can't help them much at this time for they have to continue driving all the way back to Kelantan. They didn't utter any complaints. Just kisses and huggings from them before they left me beside the dining hall. I ran to the other gate to send them away, too little too late, I only waved goodbye to the tail of my mom's blue WIRA. I stood there for quite a while. I'm sure there was some wrinkles and sparkles of tears floating in my eyes, I wonder anybody who is so busy-body to laugh at me... =P

Then, I went back room alone to unpacked. I found my 平安米 which was given in 天后宫 weeks before when I prayed there. I was supposed to bring back home to cook it. I forgotten to take it out. Oh... Again, I prayed for the safety of my parents trip back home. The day was becoming darker. I cleaned and mopped my room, took a bath and ate the coffee bread which was a product handmade by my mom~~ So nice and soft. So delicious. So homely. So mommy~~

I received a few messages from mom. I was quite exhausted from the whole day trip, well, not much compared to my parents. What more that they have to drive the way back home. I waited for their call. Yet, I fell asleep too fast that I even missed my mom's calls twice just before midnight. When I woke up the next morning, I tried to call mom and home, no reply. But I know they'd arrived home safely, a sound from deep inside my heart. Then I called dad after lunch.

"We reached home at 4am in the morning, so many cars and accidents as well.."

"What? Are you all safe, our car no scratch? Where's mom, I can't reach her since morning..."

"Oh, she went to school. She insisted though she had not much good sleep yesterday. Our car is okay, we all safe and sound. Just remember not to drive at midnight next time, it was so dangerous...Cars and buses over-taking so furiously. An accident just happened infront of us. A car from the opposite way just hit our direction and crash into a big truck in front of our car. Your mom drove that time. So lucky we're able to break and we immediately continue the journey after that. I called the ambulance but we did not got down to the scene as it was dangerous stopping at the selekoh there. Don't drive at night, it is so dangerous...."

By 8.30pm, mom finally returned my call. She described the whole journey to me and again, reminded me not to drive in the night, so dangerous that it scares both of them. So lucky that my parents and Vin arrived safely at home.

Namo Amitabha~~

My parents are so great in the way they care for us, their children. They are willing to sacrifice their sleep and time to rest just for us, kids to get home safe. I believe every parents do the same to their children. It just depend on us, the new generation to realise it and love them in return. No money and property can show all that. CARES weighs much more. The time spent with them, home-calls, slight touch, hugs and kisses on the cheeks will do. "Actions like touching parents hands for 5 seconds are much more better and worth the love inside our hearts than 5 minutes talk". This I quoted from an advertisement years ago on the television. It is so meaningful that I remember it until today.

I am growing, into the adulthood, into the reality, into this cruel world, away from home, away from my parents' protection boudaries. I am forced to be independent. All on my own. Tears have shed and scars all over my body. I am gaining experience in life as I go through every step in it. Challenges are adventures that I am about to explore. I know my parents are always there to support me. I missed my mom and dad so much right now...tears are flowing down my cheeks as I think of them, here alone in the hostel room, so far (approximately 512km from home)...