Back to Malaysia

Back to Malaysia. First day is nothing but boring. It was terrible that I woke up 2 in the afternoon. It was so not me. Sitting in front of the computer is nothing but watching drama, chatting with friends and looking for new songs. In the UK, I planned for trips for almost every weekend. It is funny that my friend mentioned that I would probably have gone out whenever I am free in the stay in the UK. It sounded so sarcastic but true.

As I promised my brother to help him out in his dessert stall, it helped me out to pass the boring time. True but sad, now only I feel that doing business is not that simple and easy. Looking at how bad his business is today, I feel so bad for him. It is the first time I feel that way. I felt nothing when he talked about his business before I went to the UK. But this time is totally different. I really wish him luck. Now only I realise the story behind why he complains that my elder brother hardly helps him out in the stall. My elder would never understand the depression and worry when the business is doing bad.

Back to Malaysia, every of my coursemate is busy looking for jobs. I have no exception. Although today was the first day, I have started looking for job so that I would not be left behind. Before that, I never bother to look for jobs in Singapore. However, as I plan to do my Master Degree, I gonna find a work that can speed up my saving. Working in Malaysia with salary only RM2000 would not help me much for the saving. But of course I won’t be so obsessed in looking for jobs in Singapore. It all depends on my destiny and my luck.

Last Day in the UK

Finally, last day staying in the UK has arrived. Staying in the coach station with nothing to do but waiting for the coach to come is so meaningless. Every minute ticking is killing me slowly and softly. Recalling back, I have stayed in the UK for almost 4-month time. I believe I had fully utilised this 4-month stay, judging from numbers of trips I had been to and the MONEY I HAD SPENT.

After cooking my lunch, I went out to take a long walk in the area where I stayed. It was the time for me to reminisce those sweet and bitter memories. I went to the nearest park and I fell asleep. Sleeping in the park with no worries and under such windy and cold weather is no doubt relaxing. It would be my last to sit in a park. It would be very foolish to do so in Malaysia. You would never know when you would get sunburnt.

4-day stay in London was no doubt fun. It was so crazy that my friend and I went to the street where lots of sex shops, strip bars, gay and lesbian bars are situated. Wondering whether it was our luck, there was free entrance to a club. To our surprise, there were male strippers. From that moment, only I know it was a gay bar. We searched for other clubs which were free to enter. Some were free but nothing was so exciting inside and some places which may be interesting required entrance fees. It ended up we stayed in the gay bar watching the male strippers with their tiny underwear on. However, it was the night which I found totally different. It was a good experience to me before I go back to my religious country.

Portsmouth, a waterfront city. I enjoyed the trip although I went alone. However, to compare with the seaside cities I went before, I prefer Whitby. The only thing that makes Portsmouth so different is the historical dockyard with their astonishing cruises. I believe Portsmouth is where many rich people stay, judging for the numbers of yachts parking at bays. Of course it was killing me for the photo section as I had to keep asking the help for local people and tourists.

Soon, I will be leaving the UK, a lovely country with lovely people. My heart is full with reluctance. It is worse than the day I left my family. I could see that I fall so hard for the UK. I am so reluctant to leave those handsome guys and beautiful ladies here!!!! The clock is still ticking and I feel I am weakened in every second…. Oh gosh!!