It was a long and rainy trip ride home
this time it felt different
a year has passed but everything seemed to have been the same way I left it
except for the fact that nothing is the same anymore.
I never thought that I would end up in HELP though it has been what I've wanted ever since I left high school. Dad made an abrupt decision about it and I just left for KL a day before the orientation day. I was so unprepared that I had mixed feeling about the whole situation- fear for the unknown and excited for being able to realize my dream. Dad looked out for places for me to stay around the area. He ticked out the option of living in the hostel because of the crampy and congested condition of the place and instead chose SPB towers. It was there that I met a few funny characters as well as pleasant ones. Skye will be completing his a-levels soon, and boy will I miss his funny ways of communicating with us, his housemates. Though it is a walk up to the apartments (0.7km to be exact) Mel & I would take a cab most of the time, till the time I got my car. We had a great time fooling around in SPB, mainly us laughing and screaming, annoying everybody else in the house. It was then that we created The Ping's blog- as a way to keep our friendship bond and also to boast about the good food we have! =p She was there through my break up and I was there through hers. I guess we emphatized with each other in a sense, going through the same things at about the same time. Even now, I still confide in her and she would hopelessly try to instill some hope though she realizes she's talking to a brick wall.
We shifted to Desa Kiara about mid of the year because we were attracted to the suite-like master bedroom. Everybody got envious about how 'grand' our life is in KL when I only showed them the room. Perhaps that was the only 'grand' happening around. We had to depend on 'arab' for free wireless connection. bless that fella cuz without him, assignments would have been a headache. I learned how to cook a few simple dishes- enough to keep me surviving throughout the year. There were a few people who in a way took care of me while I was sick in KL, Aaron and Skye who bought me food while I was stuck in bed. Thoughtful people with big hearts. Bet their girlfriends will be pleased.
It was this particular year that I lost a loved one but gained back a few other. Some things made me look back and appreciate how things were back then but too late to realize now. But lesson learned and things change. It was also this year that I met a really good friend, Roberta who stuck with me through thick and thin, through boredom and joy, through swimming and sing-a-longs, through classes and camwhoring, through salad lunches and dance classes. She was always there to remind me about classes and datelines for assignments as well as inform me about great deals (atria) and taking chances (karaoke). Though we won't be having the same classes together for the next semester, I will miss her dearly. I will not view classes the same anymore...
On a lighter note, Christmas is around the corner. The season of giving is also the season of receiving.
and I hope that all's good till then.
