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My mom travels to Indonesia quiet frequent lately. She went Indonesia for a week during Ramadhan and then another week during Raya. Again now my mom is in Indonesia attending a wedding invitation from one my aunties. Too may aunties there I'm not even sure who.  

Because of that, I have been the mother in the house. Reminding my sister to make their bed in the morning, telling them to do their homework, even sit down in front of the bathroom with my laptop on my lap while my sister taking her shower. Why you ask? They watched a scary movie the other night, the OTHER night (this will go on for the next 1 week till they can actually get it out of their head aiyo) and now they are too scared to be alone in the bathroom. Keep going "Kakngah, are you there?" every 1 min.

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There was this one time, I left my sister home for few hours while I go out for some stuffs I need to settle. I reach home at about 4pm in the EVENING and I saw her sitting in front of TV, the same spot before I left her. That very minute I enter the house, she ran for the toilet screaming "OH MY GADDD you're finally home I really need to go toilet!"

" Why do you have to wait for me?? "

" I watched Ju-On last night! " *she screams from the toilet

Now you get it?

As weird as that sounds, that is usual in my house. That's just what I do in the house. What weird is .... I have been cooking! Bahahahahaha! Even I find that funny. I can be the most hardworking person in the world, but when it comes to cooking, I'm just plain lazy. Thinking about peeling the onion, washing the chicken, cutting the ..... krohh krohhhh cut what now?

These are all because of my sisters. Kak, I want to eat this, I want to eat that, can you cook this, that. Now I have turned into this old women. For the past few days I have cooked ayam masak kicap, ikan keli sambal, I even made breakfast for 2 days in a row! Woaaahhhh what is wrong with me.

Just 2 days back, I just came back from work and my sister was telling me that she has been craving for spaghetti. We were talking about it and then the next minute, we are at the kitchen boiling water for the pasta. 

TA - DAAAA!

I even prepared dessert! Bahahahahahah who am I?

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I can't take it.

This is too much. 

I'm gonna make my mom to hop on the next plane home now!