you told me you loved me
why did you leave me, all alone
now you tell me you need me
im already gone.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
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12:03 AM
Bon Voyage mi amor!
Salutations. Yes, I am officially back from Malaysia. Sad to accept, but unfortunately true. Parting with loved ones and the place of one's birth, is never an easy task. Nevertheless, I had to suck it up and wave goodbye. Needless to say, I was crying my eyes out when I reached Singapore. I wish I didn't have to return here, to this life of hectic scheduling and fast-paced living. I wish I didn't have to return to backing-up and worship leading. I wish I didn't have to start anew in a school miles away from home. But that's all it will ever be, a wish. Wishful thinking will get us nowhere in life. That's the cold, hard truth.
On a more lighter note, I had a blast in Malaysia. The change of environment was refreshing. I welcomed it with open arms. Grace bought for me a nice top from the pasar malam, after much persuasion on my part. Haha. Aunty Sandra bought for me a new pair of skinny jeans. We went shopping for other things as well. Spending time with them was awesome. Uncle Simon encouraged me on how to approach Poly-life on one of our car-rides. I ate all my fav Malaysian food, and all my food cravings were well satisfied. Ramli Burger, Goreng Pisang, Jemput-Jemput, Kaya Balls, Rojak, Laksa, Appam, Sweet Indian Appam, KFC, Big Apple, Dunkin' Donuts, etc. Haha. We made apple pie too, which turned out wonderfully I might add. Grace made fruitcake too.
We also went for a youth BBQ. Had alot of fun at Uncle Raymond's house. Mia, his 4-month-old baby, is absolutely adorable. Haha. SOOOO CUTE!! Had fun playing games, eating awesome food. Haha. Then we had to leave. Slvina, my cousin, and I had a special tear-filled moment the night before. Haha. I would give anything to be back there. For me, I have no reason to want to come back here or to stay here anymore. Grace and I wanted to stay there longer, but we had to come back for a friend's 21st. Haiz. I can't wait to go back. I really miss my family and my country.
Sigh. I can't write anymore. It just makes me feel worse. And I am already feeling horrid. I have been puking my lungs out today. Who knew puking could be so tiring. It's okay if none of you'll understand what I am feeling. I hope one day you do. Because then you will feel a love so deep for your family and for your country, that goes way beyond patriotism, but can only be described as a love for the home you know you belong in. After all, home is where the heart is. Ciao.
I'm going home. To the place where I belong.
Sexy 17. It's my power shift.
=DeBbIe=
you are my past ; now, im my everything
