so i’m back home after half a month. wearing clean shirts that smell like my mama and not the cheap detergent i bought at jusco. being amazed at how fast an episode can download (am watching it right now hehe). don’t have to worry about seeing mice shit among my stuff, or taking the rubbish out to throw while pinching my nose. no loss of electricity or water stoppage here, no way. i guess you never do know how good home is until you’ve experienced worse. but i still enjoy living in kl, despite the loneliness and the dirty, decrepit conditions. i know what this place has to offer, but still, i prefer being away from home. i may have never been really rebellious (like joining gangs or becoming an ah lian) but we really are all rebellious in our own ways. which is a good thing, because hey, conformity is très, très boring.

why did i come home, if i was so happy in kl, or even penang this time? loneliness. the thing about studying overseas is, once school ends, you hardly ever see each other again. more so now that the new school term has started, and suddenly you find all your friends scattered across the universe. unless you’re juan, willing go to hk to look for schoolmates, most people hardly care. who do i know in kl? not many people. even fewer in penang. sure, when you see the starbucks barista enough times she starts to recognise you and might even strike a conversation in broken english, or a random uncle might try to kacau you, but these are not friends. there’s only so many times you can chat on msn before you feel like talking to someone, anyone, and so many times your friends can tell you they miss you and vice versa before you feel like being in several different places at once.

i tell ya, i might just start doing reviews of different express bus companies in malaysia/to&fro singapore.

btw, i lost my white card while going home. i know i had it earlier, but i don’t remember where i chucked it. the lady at the customs counter asked me for it, and i casually rummaged through my bag and said “oh, i think i forgot it.” and she just handed me my passports leisurely. no sweat. i think we should all forget about white cards. seriously, do they recycle them after 5 months or what? does anyone even read those things? what are they for? i could write it’s my first time in malaysia and that i’m going on tour or i’m staying at the ritz and no one would give a rat’s ass. does anyone even bother to fill in the amount of money they’re bringing? why not just let those people who actually want to declare fill in the white cards? my parents complained about malaysia being fickle minded on whether or not the white cards are necessary, but i think it’s good when we didn’t need them. no hassle, and i’ll take a fuss-free transaction over a fussy one any day. man, just be grateful and stop whining (yes i should apply this to other things too, but too bad, i’m singaporean lol).

lots more to blog about, but i really want to watch my newly downloaded episode of moonlight resonance. tata for now ;) hope you missed me. i missed ya.