#2.20 Say Goodbye

"It's indeed the hardest thing to say in this world. "

Finally, this tough and pretty girl is spreading her wings (knock knock, iguana doesn't have wings, okay!), ready to realise her dreams to become a doctor. If you think that Adelaide is far away from Malaysia, then let me tell you that Russia is even further, and worse off, full of racists, so have I heard. But Iguana is meant to survive in harsh condition, isn't it?However, don't be fooled by the flowers and her sweet appearance, she can be naughty sometimes. First time I met her: in the wildlife park when she kepo went and sat on a cart. She thought it was for display until it moved and caught her off her guard. "Can move one arr?haha a a..." Of course it can la, haha...
See how she treat our lamerest queen? But iguana and chicken what, what do you expect? Sit side-by-side and catch worms while laming together? And...and how can I forget to mention that she has a big fat pet Michelle Lee that's now on the loose in Adelaide?This girl has lizardphobia, despite she's an iguana herself. She likes to imitate how others take photos of themselves. She fights to death to avoid being tickled. But, she is a friend that would wake up early in the morning to take a taxi to pick you up in the airport. She is a friend that would invite you to her house happily and make you feel at home. She is a friend that would sit beside you and watch you cry and comfort you even when you are a wreck yourself. Some people would say, "Hey, look at this crazy fella who's unable to keep his own emotions in check." But not her.


JASMINE LEE, all the best to you and remember that you'll always be in our heart. Forever and always. Always and always~ (Slap slap, stop singing!)


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As if God is not cruel enough to me, He made Jasmine leave after this fat fella left Malaysia, leaving my phone dead and silent ever since. *Sob Sob*

Well, he is fat so his name naturally will be Fatty Fat. (if not Thin Bamboo meh?) But he is way more perasan than me, always snapping photos of his own. Don't believe me? Take a look at the photo below! See, I told you so.And this special gene makes us best friends. He always called even after we're separated and we chatted for long hours each time, and I had to admit that I hardly called him. How good is he exactly? Let's compare the day we left home to Adelaide.

The day when I was leaving: He came to my house and we had our haircut together, ate ice-cream, gave me a photo album as a farewell and birthday present, and left minutes before I hopped on the car.

The day he left: He said he would miss me the most among all friends but I went to Pavilion with other friends and had a good time watching Percy Jackson when he was boarding the plane. But..but....but...I regretted it and cried the night he left. (Happy now??? shit you.) The thought of him never calling again and leaving me alone every time I went back to Alor Star was simply heart wrenching and too painful to bear. (Wipe the smug off your face now!) The present he gave this year. Sharp at 12. But I forgot his birthday until he called.
I sure miss all those time that we had spent together, especially holding hands going to the toilet every day in school (Eherm, don't think dirty), chit-chatting in tuition classes and the class trip we went together.
TAN HUAT KUN, good luck in everything you do and enjoy your life in Adelaide to the MAX! You will be missed lots.


Is it weird that although you have said goodbyes many times before and are separated for a long time but still feel sad when your friends are leaving? It's like you have lost them once again.


P.S: I'll be waiting for Jasmine's pepper spray and Fat's gift when I meet you guys again. =)

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Chocolat, Adelaide airport

Currently

listening to: Telephone(ft. Beyonce) by Lady Gaga

watching: 72 Tenants of Prosperity

reading: The Host by Stephenie Meyer

#2.19 Greatest Weekend & Monday

"The week had started off roughly and the hot weather had finally got to me. Until weekend. =)"

It all started with..

lunch at one of the Japanese restaurants in Midvalley...

followed by movie and camwhoring section in Mid and in front of The Gardens.
We ignored all the stares given by others. But seriously who cared about what they think anyway.

On Saturday Huien, her sister, Carmen and me went to the S.H.E concert. We could hardly contain our excitement before we entered.

And as expected, the concert was simply superb and amazing. Yoga was there too but too bad I was not a bit interested. (Sorry for all his fans but this is exactly what I think) and we love 3 of them more after the concert. For those who didn't like them and felt that I was crapping now, just kindly fuck off as we really did not give a damn at your thoughts and opinions. That night, we slept at HuiEn's relative's house and we chit-chatted and laughed like hell until midnight.

And there was Monday! Monday's always gloomy and rough but definitely not this one!

We sang like crazy for long hours although CC kept on eating non-stop when the food came.

...and finally the day ended with a prayer giving thanks to God for all of these.

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Hahndorf Inn Hotel, Hahndorf

Currently

listening to: All of the S.H.E songs (addicted for the whole week since then)

watching: New Moon

reading: At First Sight by Nicholas Sparks

#2.18 An Ugly Truth

"The day started off nicely with lunch at Full House, movie in Sunway and steamboat at Yuen. But things got a lot uglier later."

After what seemed like a decade, we finally had the chance to meet up and initially I thought it would be awkward for us. However, I was proven wrong by the endless topics and laughter we had shared.

It was 9 or 10 something when I reached the SetiaJaya KTM station. As the ticket counter was closed and I had totally no idea where my Touch-N-Go card was, I pulled out a few notes and coins from my wallet and put them into the ticket-selling machine. Thank God it worked that day. You had no idea how many times I had tried to use it and failed miserably. It was pitch dark that time and there were only 3 passengers waiting for the train. Nothing amiss was sensed. (This was not Miss Khoo's essay, for God's sake)

Feeling bored, I took out my iPod to listen to some songs. Then, I glanced at the screen showing the schedule of the train. It would be at least 20 minutes before the train would arrive so I decided to go to the toilet for a while. Before I got into the toilet, I caught sight of a 20-Cent-Per-Entrance sign in front of the toilet. That was then when an Indian guard came in. I thought that he came in for the money so I took out the money and gave it to him. Strangely, he put his fingers on his lips, asking me to be quiet. I was confused and had totally no idea what he was trying to do. So, I continued to stare at him. Before I knew it, his pants were down and my mouth fell open. I stood rooted to the ground, gripping with fear. I dared not rush out of the toilet as I knew he wouldn't let me.

After thinking for a moment, I decided to act as if nothing had happened and pretended to pee, hoping that he would go away when he realised I was not a bit interested in his ugly, dark dick. But he wouldn't. He stood there staring at me. Colour drained from my face as he took a few steps closer. I cringed back a little instinctively, praying and begging to God all the while. "Your earphone's dangling out of your bag, let me help you," he said as he moved forward.

"It's OK. I'll take care of it myself," I told him as I shoved the damn earphone back into the bag in no time at all. I was completely freaked out by then. I told myself that I had to leave immediately before it got worse. I made my way to the door and my worst fears and worries were confirmed. The guard blocked the way out and told me to go back to pee again. I refused and told him that I was done and I wanted to leave. To my horror, he grabbed my hands and pushed me backwards when I took a step forward. My eyes widened as it dawned on me that he was not just some flasher that showed you his private part and left you alone after that.

Terrified, I summoned all my strength and struggled with him. I had forgotten how to scream by then. Once I was freed, I dashed out of the toilet, rushed up the stairs, found a decent-looking Malay guy with a suitcase and sat beside him. I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw the guard coming out of the toilet and walking towards us. I told the Malay guy about what had happened in a trembling voice. He kept an eye on the guard as the pervert walked to and fro beside us. This bastard couldn't have been more desperate. What The Hell! Fuck him! Fuck him! (metaphorically)

The train arrived a few minutes later and I hopped on the train after thanking the Malay guy. I sighed a relief as I saw SinHui and SweeHow on the train and took a cab home with them. I was still shivering when I got home and when I showered, I couldn't help but feeling insecure and kept on turning around to make sure that the guard wouldn't appear out of nowhere. That night, I could hardly sleep. Whenever I closed my eyes, the scene kept replaying in my mind and I felt like vomiting and it sent cold shivers down my spine.

I thanked God that I could escape in time. I shuddered whenever I thought what would happen if I had not been able to do so. The next day I felt a lot better but this incident would haunt me and remained embedded in my mind for a long, long time.

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Vietnam House, Genting Highland

Currently
listening to: According to You by Orianthi
watching: Valentine's Day
reading: At First Sight by Nicholas Sparks