Pictures do tell a story. I was in Jakarta and Bandung. I declared holiday myself.
I have tasted all kinds of food that I eventually fell sick partly because of that. Insisting on wearing shorts to bed got me in the same trouble as well.
Believe me when I said I never step out of Malaysia before. The next day after my birthday, I applied for a passport. Within two hours, I got it done. Amazingly, the officers weren't that bad.
I was not eager or extraordinary nervous going abroad. Something else was bothering me and till now I did not know what was it. Nevertheless, I enjoyed myself pretty much especially with the new food.
It was definitely an eye opener for me. Back in hometown, we have an indonesian maid. Back in the actual land, I don't see maids but I see pals. We are striving equally hard back there. It reminds me of my dad's frequent phrases, "We are chinese and we always have to work harder and smarter than other people in this nation!" Dad, I really know what you mean...
I am always lack of the sense of security. For those who know me well, I never have my finger nails long. It is always short and sometime they are shorter than normal. I picked my finger nails and my toe nails as well. Neither rewards or punishments will change this habit of mine. Trust me, I do wanna get rid of it. When exam comes or novelty persists, that just do not happen. The moment it comes to senses is when I actually looking at my finger nails and sigh.
In the plane, I was awaken by the great pain of the pressure in both my ears. I felt my tears oozing out... I mean it literally. Man... That was really painful.
Stepping on Malaysia gave me a sudden relief. I love Malaysia =)
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