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I haven't actually been in the right mood to blog. I don't quite know why. But anyhow, right at this moment I am literally blogging outta interest. Not that I have anything better to do anyways, so yeah.
I'm gonna make this post like a whole compilation of what I should have blogged minutes, hours, days, ages ago.
So yeah, first things first.
1) This is my first ever Deepavali in Indonesia. I swear I've never before felt this homesick in my life. To be honest, it was just a little depressing.
And I think that's the one and only decent picture that I have of myself prior to that night. Zzz.
On a lighter note, thinking back real hard - it ain't just me. It's practically almost all the other students who are scattered all around the globe who're missing Deepavali back home as well. So that cheered me up a little that night, I suppose.
Deepavali definitely wasn't the same without my cousins around, and of course without the constant blasting of firecracker outside my room window.
Worst of all, I had class that very morning - where I'd usually start it off by going to the temple without fail for the past 17 years of my life. Not only did I have class, I actually woke up and turned in late for class.
Way to start off an auspicious day.
2) Okay so my parents came down the day after Deepavali. Never in my 18 years of life have I been more happier to see my parents strut down the escalator from the airport with luggages and backpacks almost flooding all around them.
This is indeed my first Deepavali being very much away from home. I tear each time thinking that I might never get the chance of celebrating Deepavali with my family for the next 5 years.
Oh well, all for the sake of education.
And of course, I didn't quite make a huge publicity of my parents coming over to see me because I didn't want anyone back in Malaysia to create a whole drama there or something.
Y'know, haters who're just dying to burn my house down. Darn you people!
Plus, there was no one left. And I so do not want my house to get robbed - espite the fact that I have guards sprawled all over for that.
So yeah, I didn't get to take the day off from class while my parents were here. I didn't even get the chance to send them off the day they left off to Malaysia. I only had the weekends to spend and breakfast sessions each morning. However, I'd say I did have some quality time with my old folks after quite some time of being apart - and that's about 2 months, which passes painfully slow.
Mummy dearest packed and brought in truckloads of Deepavali cookies and cakes for me. Not to forget the amount of angpow(s) and cards from my relatives and little cousins as well.
I mean, c'mon - what's a Deepavali without cookies and the overflowing incoming amount of free moolah? Ngehehehe!
Daddy brought me a whole load of stuff as well. From a brand new printer to a brand new digital camera to tons of brand new clothes. To top it all off, I finally got an AC fixed in my hostel room as well.
My parents were actually pretty okay with Palembang and all though I didn't quite bring them around, except to the one and only Hindu temple nearby and to the mall behind the hotel we checked in. Mummy managed to shop a little for my relatives back home and get her pedicure done here as well. And as for daddy, he was just enjoying the whole new environment (with minimal complaints) and the television in the hotel room.
I pretty much spent most of my time there just chilling in the room munching on all the goodies mummy brought. Nothing beats home-cooked food. Oh yeah!
Now that my parents are already back home all safe and sound, I cannot explain my feelings. I feel blank all of a sudden. I miss my beautiful chef and my personal pirate!
I'm gonna make this post like a whole compilation of what I should have blogged minutes, hours, days, ages ago.
So yeah, first things first.
And I think that's the one and only decent picture that I have of myself prior to that night. Zzz.
On a lighter note, thinking back real hard - it ain't just me. It's practically almost all the other students who are scattered all around the globe who're missing Deepavali back home as well. So that cheered me up a little that night, I suppose.
Deepavali definitely wasn't the same without my cousins around, and of course without the constant blasting of firecracker outside my room window.
Worst of all, I had class that very morning - where I'd usually start it off by going to the temple without fail for the past 17 years of my life. Not only did I have class, I actually woke up and turned in late for class.
Way to start off an auspicious day.
2) Okay so my parents came down the day after Deepavali. Never in my 18 years of life have I been more happier to see my parents strut down the escalator from the airport with luggages and backpacks almost flooding all around them.
This is indeed my first Deepavali being very much away from home. I tear each time thinking that I might never get the chance of celebrating Deepavali with my family for the next 5 years.
Oh well, all for the sake of education.
And of course, I didn't quite make a huge publicity of my parents coming over to see me because I didn't want anyone back in Malaysia to create a whole drama there or something.
Y'know, haters who're just dying to burn my house down. Darn you people!
Plus, there was no one left. And I so do not want my house to get robbed - espite the fact that I have guards sprawled all over for that.
So yeah, I didn't get to take the day off from class while my parents were here. I didn't even get the chance to send them off the day they left off to Malaysia. I only had the weekends to spend and breakfast sessions each morning. However, I'd say I did have some quality time with my old folks after quite some time of being apart - and that's about 2 months, which passes painfully slow.
Mummy dearest packed and brought in truckloads of Deepavali cookies and cakes for me. Not to forget the amount of angpow(s) and cards from my relatives and little cousins as well.
I mean, c'mon - what's a Deepavali without cookies and the overflowing incoming amount of free moolah? Ngehehehe!
Daddy brought me a whole load of stuff as well. From a brand new printer to a brand new digital camera to tons of brand new clothes. To top it all off, I finally got an AC fixed in my hostel room as well.
MY LIFE IS NOW COMPLETE.
As per for now, and here that is.
My parents were actually pretty okay with Palembang and all though I didn't quite bring them around, except to the one and only Hindu temple nearby and to the mall behind the hotel we checked in. Mummy managed to shop a little for my relatives back home and get her pedicure done here as well. And as for daddy, he was just enjoying the whole new environment (with minimal complaints) and the television in the hotel room.
I pretty much spent most of my time there just chilling in the room munching on all the goodies mummy brought. Nothing beats home-cooked food. Oh yeah!
Now that my parents are already back home all safe and sound, I cannot explain my feelings. I feel blank all of a sudden. I miss my beautiful chef and my personal pirate!
3) Third block is officially over, and that only means that I am only another 18 blocks away before I can address myself as a Dokter Muda.
Well now that I'm in Indonesia, here goes the slang.
Alhamdulillah, satu kewajiban telah ku terselesaikan. Tinggal menanti Block 4, dan berharap dapat penguji yang baik hati nanti. Amin.
Okay, I know I rock. Kthxbai.
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