Living away from home jeopardized my life. One of my friends asked me:" How would you survive if you were to be miles and miles away, across the oceans and lands to further your studies ?"
My answer was, "I don't know."
There are too much of dissatisfactions, and discomfort;
living under one roof with a bunch of strangers is awfully difficult.
It's like a routine, I will be staying over at my friend's crib at least once a week. Credit goes to Kenneth because he's the one who picks me up.Before I realize, it's already the 10th week of my first semester of degree. I'm scared, insecure and prayers do not seem to calm me.
Dearest peeps, so much so that I hope I could bump into yous somewhere, so that you could tell me I'm still as tough as the one you use to see.
Yesterday was disastrous. Mommy's handbag got snatched by a "motorcyclist".
I would rather my bag got snatch instead of mommy because her left arms got bruises and scratches.
I felt so bad, I kept blaming myself for not being protective enough.
The incident happened at USJ 9, in front of Vietnam Kitchen and Nam Heong Chicken Rice.
Happily walking out from Vietnam Kitchen to get the car and then pufffff, the big fat snatch thieve just grabbed my mom's bag and ran. I still able to call Citibank to freeze her Master card and bring mommy to the nearest police station for police report.
I got damn pissed off with the police officers and sergeant. But I know this is one of the specialties of our "beloved" country and minus the bits that they have different skin color as me. I felt so content as I teased the sergeant. Well done aight. =p
I am used to the environment of police station and how to talk to those pigs. Why? Thanks to the inhuman creature back in foundation semester 1.
Then, I drove back to Setapak and unload my stuff. It was already near to midnight. Parents and sister went back and then, I burst into tears.
Heartache and disappointment. Indeed.
I Heart you my mommy. I love all of you.
I Heart you my daddy. Happy Birthday. = )
Although I don't get to celebrate with you, and yesterday's dinner ended up with the unexpected incident, but I hope daddy has an enjoyable and blessed birthday.
I Heart you my sister. The cheeky one.
Take care of your studies and mommy daddy.
I will take good care of myself. No worries ya.
I have buddies around here who could still lent me a hand when I need.
Shu shu, I heart you too.
So nice of you to send me a card from Malacca.
"Waddle I do without you?"
It simply applies on me too. = )
Hope that you are fine with everything.
Till then. *muah*
My answer was, "I don't know."
There are too much of dissatisfactions, and discomfort;
living under one roof with a bunch of strangers is awfully difficult.
It's like a routine, I will be staying over at my friend's crib at least once a week. Credit goes to Kenneth because he's the one who picks me up.Before I realize, it's already the 10th week of my first semester of degree. I'm scared, insecure and prayers do not seem to calm me.
Dearest peeps, so much so that I hope I could bump into yous somewhere, so that you could tell me I'm still as tough as the one you use to see.
Yesterday was disastrous. Mommy's handbag got snatched by a "motorcyclist".
I would rather my bag got snatch instead of mommy because her left arms got bruises and scratches.
I felt so bad, I kept blaming myself for not being protective enough.
The incident happened at USJ 9, in front of Vietnam Kitchen and Nam Heong Chicken Rice.
Happily walking out from Vietnam Kitchen to get the car and then pufffff, the big fat snatch thieve just grabbed my mom's bag and ran. I still able to call Citibank to freeze her Master card and bring mommy to the nearest police station for police report.
I got damn pissed off with the police officers and sergeant. But I know this is one of the specialties of our "beloved" country and minus the bits that they have different skin color as me. I felt so content as I teased the sergeant. Well done aight. =p
I am used to the environment of police station and how to talk to those pigs. Why? Thanks to the inhuman creature back in foundation semester 1.
Then, I drove back to Setapak and unload my stuff. It was already near to midnight. Parents and sister went back and then, I burst into tears.
Heartache and disappointment. Indeed.
I Heart you my mommy. I love all of you.
I Heart you my daddy. Happy Birthday. = )
Although I don't get to celebrate with you, and yesterday's dinner ended up with the unexpected incident, but I hope daddy has an enjoyable and blessed birthday.
I Heart you my sister. The cheeky one.
Take care of your studies and mommy daddy.
I will take good care of myself. No worries ya.
I have buddies around here who could still lent me a hand when I need.
Shu shu, I heart you too.
So nice of you to send me a card from Malacca.
"Waddle I do without you?"
It simply applies on me too. = )
Hope that you are fine with everything.
Till then. *muah*
p/s: this post is written on 30th of July 2007.
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