Love and Hate.

I love my home.

But it doesn't mean I like EVERYTHING about it.

I dislike my room because there are holes on the ceiling caused by the damn musang, half the eletrical sockets don't work, and the damn bathroom isn't in a working condition.

I dislike the unkept jungle that is my garden outside the house, with its trees and leafy whatnots growing wildly everywhere as a home to godknowswhat new species of scary mutant animals about the garden.

I dislike the fact that sometimes there are cockroaches and mice running about out of nowhere.

I dislike the fact that we have too much wooden old people cina furniture at home, all of which which needs to be handled with care.

I dislike the fact that we have too much JUNK IN THIS PLACE. Company Annual Reports. Magazines. Textbooks. Papers. Broken electrical appliances. Unused plastic containers. Spoilt shoes. Old clothes. It's ridiculous!

I dislike the fact that we have this wading pool which turned into a swamp filled with green algae water and it scares me to wonder what lurks beneath the still waters.

I dislike the fact that this house leaks when there's a heavy rain and floods up the ground floor and that I have to clean it up.

I dislike that there is always so much goddamn black dust everywhere because we live near the zon perindustrian bebas.

I dislike how sometimes for no apperent reason at ALL, my water turns all muddy yellow IN THE MIDDLE OF MY SHOWER.

I love my home.

Yet there are so many things I don't like about it.

It's not the best home ever. It's not perfect.

But I have been living in it for at least half my life. And I still am.

Why?

In spite of all its shortcomings, it's still home.

And I love it.

Happy Merdeka.