Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Staying in hostel was totally different from what I thought. The life here was tough without parents and close friends beside me. The first over here was really terrible. I cried of homesick and don’t dare to answer my parents phone calls. I scared that my tears would felt down uncontrollable after hearing their voice. It was so lonely and helpless. In this strange place, what was in my mind was hope to go home as soon as possible, wondering was it the right choice to come here. T.T
You never know that, Malay girls used to close all the windows, curtains and switched on a table lamp when sleeping. Every night I had to sleep in the hot, poor ventilation, lack of oxygen and bright room. I suffered just because they scared those “thing”. But this is their “lifestyle”, what can I do about it. Besides that, my roommates still were nice person.
The true meaning of racist was what I experience there. This could be seen during the election. Maybe Malay vote for Malay is very normal but how could they say Malay was not allowed to vote for Chinese. Sensitive topic…
Every one came from different background, place and believe, I faced lot of social problems. Sometime, I really can’t stand some one’s attitude, but still had to face them with smiling face, it was damm tiring. I really hoped I could go back high school life, together with my close friends
♥ the world will turn WILD.
8:31 PM
