Here I am again, kuching!
How I miss to see those flat num statting from Q**, sliding on the road.
Particularly QMM 6787.
Wish I can bump into the owner.. But I know, it is impossible. I might have all the possibilities to bump into anyone here, but just not him. I am so used to the dissapoinment I got everytime I step ou of the church.
Just as I went out of the buggagge retrieval hall in the airport, I saw one st joe church member. Then I went to Satok, I saw Mr. Albert, my friendly MLT lecturer. Of all people, nnever him...
Sigh.
Well, apart from the flat number, I miss to hear the iban traditional music that ppl here alwasy set their ringtone with. I really love the music, the rhythm.
And I really fall in love with sarawak. The place, the people. I wish I can gey myself married to a sarawakian.. Hehe
All the memories rushing into my mind. The hardships I went through here, the people I met, the 6787 owner, the Bau guy, the church, the food, Spring, Boulevard, Wisma Merdeka. Everything.
Dunno when will I come here again.
But I do love sarawak.
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Arghh, I have been wasting half day here in unimas just to settle the convo thing. Just when I wanted to grab my robe, they said I have hutang to pay. And when I wana pay, it closed for lunch hour, and here I am waiting in front of the bendahari office for it to open, and I am gonna be the first to get the damn number and settle everything stat!
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