My room is in a mess and I have a box of stuff missing. I can perhaps figure out what is missing already since i've opened the other boxes and discovered some stuff that weren't there. I want my box back because all my shoes are in there and my hairdryer and my clock too.
I want to go back to Miri where all the people I love are. It sucks to come to a place, athough not foreign, but feel so alone cos you gotta do everything on your own. Getting around is so hard and everthing is so expensive.
I want to eat all my favourite foods. Mum's cooking and porridge at Wong's. Do my favourite activities, playing badminton every Monday and Wednesday, hill climbing on Sunday.
I want to be able to go around freely, without having to think of expensive bus fares and waiting at bus stops in the cold. I don't want to go back to carrying bags of heavy groceries all the way back with numb and blistered fingers as a result.
All things in my room have sentimental value. Be it just daddy buying it for me, or mummy washing and ironing and folding it for me, or roni lending it to me. And when i think of these, my eyes water. When i read all the goodbye messages people sent me on my last few hours in Malaysia, tears roll down my cheeks.
This sucks and i want to go home.
I hope everybody at home misses me as much as i miss them too.
Love you all.
