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186^arch♥byz
so, i got a call from MASkargo on tuesday morning telling me that my boxes have arrived and my deadline to collect them was on wednesday morning as they only have free storage for 30 hours. being the only one at home, i had no choice but to wait for a day and be there on wednesday morning at 9am with my mum. apparently, the process would take about 1-2 hours to complete. i thought, bah! just collect, show the customs and blah. so fast. i was so wrong.

the first thing to greet me at 8am was a dead battery, from THE car. my mum went out with my bro's gf's little kelisa to scout for a battery. she came back 15 minutes later, disappointed. she went out again with my bro's car to look at other places. another 15 minutes but it yielded the same result. everything was still closed. die. how? we went anyway with my bro's car.

no problem locating MASkargo. but first, you need to surrender your IC and get yourself a visitor pass. done. the two malay lady officers were very helpful. this was incident 1. and then, i had to go to central processing office and before you can enter that area, you need a pass for the car. got down, filled in a form and everything was done. the two malay guy officers were very kind to me. incident 2. at the CPO, i looked a bit lost and was helped by an indian man. incident 3. at the counter, i was told that this was just the first stage. there were a few more before i was able to collect my boxes. incident 4; kind malay lady explaining to me the stages i need to get through.

i had to go all the way to the other side and pay my customs fee. again, i was a bit lost and was helped by a malay man. incident 5. located the office, paid up, came down to another department, looked lost (again) at the customs counters, helped by a young malay officer. that was incident 6. and now, i need to go all the way back to the CPO to pay the terminal fees. after paying, i was at long last, able to collect my stuff at another part of the building.

i have never ever seen anything like that before. i was able to witness the whole (not exactly whole whole) shipment collection thing. boxes being transferred here and there. the men driving those little cart thing to move the boxes, to stack the boxes. so fascinating! call me "jakun" but i was really amazed. i don't know why, but that was one of the highlights of my day. the malay officers there were very kind and helpful. one even offered his chair to me while i was standing there, waiting for my boxes while watching them work. and when my stuff arrived, some of the men there helped us stack and fit the boxes into my bro's ridiculously small car. this is incident 7. a few asked why we drove this car. in the end, everything fit perfectly well. only problem is, do i have to take them all out later for the customs check?

last stop of the whole journey: customs check area. the officer was a bit... yong sui. but he only opened one box. lucky thing i had a packing list. after that, i had to send a copy of the document to the officer at the counter in the customs office. looking lost one last time, a malay man helped me pass the thing over the counter and he even stamped it for me. he was just a regular guy completing his own documents at the same counter. incident 8.

the last stage, going through the gate and getting my IC back. with no problem.

8 incidents where kindness from other races were shown to me. it really made my day. malaysia is not that ugly afterall.

but my room is. open boxes, old clothes coupled with bags and soft toys on the floor, make-up and skin care products on the table together with old magazines and cables. and that's just the things you can see. gawd.

merry christmas.

186^arch♥byz
i'm sick of people asking me why didn't i look for a job in australia
i'm sick of people asking me why didn't i apply for pr
i'm sick of people asking me why didn't i stay back/why did i come back
i'm sick of people asking me when and where i want to work
i'm sick of people asking me what's my next move
i'm sick of people giving me opinions on what i should or should not do

for starters, i have no freaking idea what i'm doing next because

1. i just, JUST received my result a week ago and realised i'm able to graduate
2. i was freaking packing my ass off i have no time to think about any other things
3. i need some time off from EVERYTHING; i need some mental detox if there's such thing

and coming back DOES NOT EQUAL staying here forever. who says i can't come home and be off to another place in 3 month's time?or maybe 2 years later? who sets the rule that states once you're back, you can't leave again?

so yes i don't freaking know whether i'll continue studying or i'll start looking for a job but i do know this, i need to erase everything and start out fresh. and at the moment, that's impossible because i feel suffocated

186^arch♥byz
dear all,

i am finally home. and i don't have to put up with dial-up anymore! hooray! but, i'm still without a phone number coz i plan to get one supplementary line under my dad. so, i can only communicate with my friends through msn and house phone.

recap of my last days in melbourne:

all i did for the last 2-3 days was packing and packing and packing.
sent home 103kg worth of rubbish through air freight.
had my salmon pasta had coretto's.
had my roche at freddo's.
had breakfast at mart 130.

the highlight of my last days in melbourne:

dinner at horoki with *cough*

186^arch♥byz
confirmed. my mum IS going to kill me when my stuff arrives. the 8 boxes of doom.

i no like pack pack

186^arch♥byz
... and i'll be gone

186^arch♥byz
the last time i had some major packing to be done was two years ago when i was leaving IH. and right now, i'm packing to go home for good. which means i have to stuff 3 years of life in melbourne in a few boxes and bring them back. transporting my life in melbourne and begin a new one at home after 3 years abroad. ending my life in a place i have come to call home despite its flaws (bloody PMS weather and freaking big annoying flies which like to attack your face) and venturing into the unknown in a familiar yet distant environment.

i think i'll leave with a heavy heart.

*sigh*


p/s: my goodness! i didn't realise i actually have THIS much rubbish. my mum's going to kill me when she sees what i'm bringing back. no, how MUCH i'm bringing back. i hate packing!

186^arch♥byz
i just finished 8 episodes of season 3 of grey's anatomy. and i just started watching grey's (properly) for the first time since last saturday. and i've been watching at least 6 episodes per day since then. and i think the whole love thing is getting to me. i feel all emotional when the doctors have their issues, when the patients have their issues, when they get/feel hurt, when the patients die, when they all get emotional. i get emotional watching grey's anatomy. how did that happen? HOW? and why?

i guess it has something to do with the fact that i'm home alone. half my friends are gone. the person i want to see the most is not... see-able. i'm leaving melbourne in 10 days' time. and all i do is watch grey's anatomy all day long.

and i'm listening to my favourite chinese emo songs. and i'm being very random. right now. right here.

but all i want to know is, how do you know if you've fallen in love? how do you know if you've fallen in love with someone you barely know? how do you differentiate love with a simple crush? how did derek know that he has fallen in love with meredith after he gave his marriage a second chance? how did he know? how do you freaking know whether you're in love with someone or you just like them very much?

gosh i hate myself.

186^arch♥byz