I still haven’t quite finished my Professional Development assignment, still there a few things need to be edited, but I’m already off task. I checked my mails, Facebook, and also my Friendster account which I have ignored for weeks. I was expecting lots of forwarded messages, stupid spam testimonials and all, and yeah, there they were. I deleted all the messages and all, and suddenly, something attracted my eyes. My old blog. My old Friendster blog.
Most of the entries I wrote were when I was in Brisbane. I started the blog days before I flew to Brisbane to further my study. So, when I read back;
“my mixed feelings to leave my family behind for almost two years,
my excitement when I first stepped my foot at Brisbane Airport,
when I first saw koalas and kangaroos,
when I first tried to mix around with my other friends who were from different foundation classes (whom some of them I hardly ever spoken to! [includes you, Mr.Gonzales.]),
when I first hang out with them at Gold Coast theme parks,
when I first learned surfing at Sunshine Coast,
when I first cooked my own food and Thank God I didn’t throw up,
when I first traveled with my friends to other states in Australia,
when I first experienced the cold during winter,
when I first encountered and feared drunken people at streets at night,
when I first doubted the food was halal or not,
when I first been in the same class with Aussie people (still remember the fear of not understanding their weird accent),
when I first met the very JARED PADALECKI!!!,
when I first danced Malay traditional dances,
when I first stayed outside my room until midnight with my friends,
when I first ‘raya’ with my friends with my ‘Kasut Mickey’ coz I didn’t have ‘Kasut Raya’,
when I first missed my family so so bad,”
It’s kinda funny the way I told stories, the way I described things then. So childish, so excited, so emotional and so honest! I just can’t believe that was me who wrote those stuff! Haha!
Some of the 1st-time pictures too,🙂
I suddenly miss the place, miss the atmosphere, miss the smell, miss the excitement, miss the fear, miss the doubt, miss the spirit of wanting to try new things, and miss the feeling of missing loved ones at home… I miss everything..