On Saturday afternoon, I went to a sushi restaurant for lunch. As I was reading and waiting for my friend, I heard 2 girls chatting and giggling at a corner.

One of them approached me and asked:“Are you from Malaysia?”

Holding my book with a mouth opened,”Ya, you are…..”

“I am from Penang. You too right?”

“OH!! I remembered you!! You were my junior!!”

She worked at the restaurant. We chatted for awhile and she told me that she was leaving.

“You came here ALONE? Wow…so brave…”

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This morning, my friend told me that she was going to further her studies in the States in September.

“I am quite worried…co’s I am going ALONE..” She said.

“Don’t worry. Things will work out fine..”

“Did you come to Singapore ALONE?” She asked.

“Yes. In fact, I went to Perth ALONE, too. I still remembered the first day when I touched down in Perth..”

It was a crazy afternoon. No one told me that the hostel wasn’t near the school. In fact, it was 20 minutes (by car) away. I dragged my huge luggage, travelled all the way to the city looking for my hostel.

It was 38˚C. The passer-by told me to keep walking straight, and it was “just around the corner”. After walking for 10 minutes with my luggage, the place was no where to be seen.

As I was panting and walking, a couple stopped the car next to me and asked if I needed a lift.

Mom told me not to take lift from strangers. But I DIDN’T CARE that much because I was just too exhausted. I hopped on. And the rest are history.

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In the evening, I was typing my report away. Wind blew, and carried the scent of domestic-cooked curry. I looked at the clock. It was almost 7pm. I wished someone could prepare the dinner for me.

Just as I thought, a msn message came in. Mike invited me to his place for dinner. His family cooked the dinner.

He also offered dinner to me the day befor and I felt very bad to accept his offer again. So I kindly rejected it.

Back to typing my report. Suddenly, my heart sank…

I. felt. so. lonely. Lonely because I missed my family. I missed them because Sunday has always been our family day.

I heard my neighbours talking to their kids. Laughter, complaint and screaming…

And there I was, just a wall away…typing away with a soft TV sound at the background.

Well, it is just another “those” days. It hits me once in a blue moon. But I know I will be fine tomorrow when my life is filled with whine and lame joke from my students, again.

Labour day is coming. Any plan for you guys??

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