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Monica Weizen Justin is verbally not good in words. So here i am, writing down all my thoughts, my feelings that no one in this world would know. So whoever bother to read this, could understand me better. If there is no one bothers, it is ok. It is simply because i don't create this blog for you, but for myself. :)
If there is anywhere in my stories that you think has something adversely to do with you, i hereby apologize first. I just want to have my own page with my own stories without being censored. The pages are the products of my thoughts that have been derived from a rational reasoning in my own unique way.
I want to be just myself.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Back in Kuching (again!)

I am back to Kuching again! Something that I did while my hearts shouts "NO! NO! I DUN WANNA GO BACK TO KUCHING! I HATE KUCHING! I WANT TO BE WITH MY FAMILY!", especially this time when I have to switch my holiday mood, spirit and soul to a study-all-time-nerdy medical student in preparation of Ortho Exam next Wednesday.

Being with family and friends in Sabah for the last 1 week made me forget about all the problems that originate in Kuching. STUDY and LOVE! Hate these two!

Now that I am back here, all the problems hurry up to rush into my mind. So many unpleasant things wait for me here, my 1 bucket unwashed clothes, my dirty room which I noticed no1 has cleaned it recently except the sweeping I did the week before I went back Sabah, my never-ending assignments, Ortho exam preparation, the fucking loneliness that only exist when I come back to Kuching!

I so wanna go back to my family!!!

Was so great that I spent the last week with them. All the must-do during CNY done. We gambled, in which I lost more than rm30 to my cousins. The gossiping among the cousins. Karaoke, but this time wasn't in the house, but in a so-called "proper" kampung newly opened karaoke place, with all the beers, the ladies (they called) to "serve" the man, which is very disgusting to my eyes.


And I saw my uncle at the karaoke! MMM.. We really cant judge people from outside... It is so disappointing to find out that someone we know all this while, someone we respect so much, do something which is not very appropriate.. Dun wanna comment on that, I am no angel too.

This time, ang pau I collected only less than rm 70. The big boss, my uncle decided not to distribute AngPau this year to respect my Grandpa who has passed away recently. Yeah, things a lil bit different this time. If he was around, he would be the first to distribute the Mandarin oranges to his grandchildren, the kids, and Ang Pau too! And last time, I sill remember, when I was a kid, He never missed to play the CHinese New year Songs out loud from his old cassette player! The whole big house can hear the songs, and it was so alive! We were so happy to met our cousins, aunties and uncles. It was just fun!

Wish I could go back to those times once in a while...

Time flies.. If it were not for the orang tua, my grandparents, I dun think the family would gather like we do every year. It is the grandparents that actually unities this family at last once a year, the chinese new year happy time. But now, only left my grandma.. I pray that God give her another happy healthy year to live, and this prayer will be said every year so that she would be given a year after another to enjoy with us!

There is so much things i my mind that I wanna transfer here, but I got no time. I have to get back to my study. Time is running out fast!

:(

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