Dear blog, I thought I get used to this place already, but it's just not true. Years ago, I thought staying far from home could be really a brilliant-great-genius idea, since I never like when my mom started scolding me for everything. However now I realize, nothing could be more beautiful than those noises.
Pathetic, I am so lonely here. I indeed feel so lonely, although I am hanging out with my friend, having fun, watching movie and tiring myself by laughing like an idiot. I am just... I'm just feeling so sick, literally. I don't want to eat alone everyday. I hate it being alone, although I prefer doing everything alone to hanging out with bunch of idiots, but still, I hate it when I HAVE TO EAT alone.
I always eat alone at home. I knew it. But it's still better than eating alone at places you don't really familiar to.
I remember, there was no family dinner. Father was always hanging out with his wicked friends, going for karaoke, enjoying the whatever parties, and he never had time for me. Never. Until that day, my last day in Siantar, finally in my lifetime, I felt so... so happy. I felt really excited. Finally he sacrificed his stupid meeting with his friends just because I was asking him for dinner. I was so glad seriously.
Hey, I miss my home. I miss the sounds. The sounds of laugh, warmth, intimacy, even the scolding. I don't know, being far from home is torturing. I don't like here. I don't like this place. I want to escape, can I? I am tired, I did not do anything but I am tired. Yes, feel free to call me "pampered".
My mom only called me once since I arrived here. I waited for her call. But because of that stupid BB, she never called me. She was busy with her NEW RETARDED BLACKBERRY and her new social activity in facebook, that's why she ignored me. What a pity, huh?
Well, I will try to fix this. The feeling. If it keeps going like this, I won't be able to concentrate on my study. What I want is making my parents proud of me. Just that... simple. Okay, is it really simple?
But for now, let me repeat this: I DON'T WANT TO EAT ALONE!
~Asa~
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
...
Hey, tell me, how to let go? I really have no idea how to do it.
I've already been so sick of it.
The feeling.
I've already been so sick of it.
The feeling.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
First time experience
Thanks God I could sleep last night. Two days ago I was suffering from heavy insomnia. I only slept for about err... 2 hours? Yea, it always happens when I stay far from home. Does it call homesick?
By the way, I have a great story to tell you. It's about my experience in KLIA. It's seriously an epic experience, you won't even believe it.
I went to Malaysia with my friend. She used to study in VU but this semester she moved to Monash University. That's why she would be picked up by Monash officers. First time I thought, we would use taxi to go back to Sunway. But then she told me that she would be picked up. It's 6 pm, we arrived at the airport. I was really anxious, since it's dangerous to take a taxi alone at night. After asking for the permission, she said it's okay for me to join the car (Monash's car).
Then we waited. The person who picked up my friend should have been there when we arrived. But after waiting for 30 minutes we still could not find him. My friend decided to call him, and he said he's still picking up somebody else at different airport. He asked us to wait.
We've been waiting for half an hour. I could not stand it. I asked my friend to call the officer again. And guess what happened! The person who was supposed to pick us up, going home already, here come another officer who was on his way to airport. We were asked to wait again. OMG!
We arrived at 6 pm but the officer came at around 8.30. I thought everything would be ok after this. I could go home, since I was really exhausted that time. But another problem happened. The officer was dragged to the police office because he did not have a special pick-up-letter, or whatever letter, I did not really understand.
Essentially, that was the first time I entered police office in KLIA. My friend was being interviewed and so was the officer. We were scared at first. They argued there, the officer and the policeman. It took around 30 minutes, and I felt that I was in the movie, somekind of action movie. Officer, policemen (4 of them), and two of us (which were considered as victims). LOL XD
Finally, after doing interrogation, we could go home. I was terribly exhausted. I felt like my head's spinning around, I almost fainted (remember, I skipped dinner and did not even get some drink). Luckily, Caroline waited me in front of LV and helped me to bring my bag.
Caroline asked me, "I am really confused. You said you arrived at 6, but why you never reach home?"
The I told her the story. She was really astonished. LOL.
Right, that was really my first time epic experience.
(By the way, sorry if my english is not good, I make a typing error or grammar error, I type this quickly since I am really hungry right now, I NEED SOME FOOD!)
~Asa~
By the way, I have a great story to tell you. It's about my experience in KLIA. It's seriously an epic experience, you won't even believe it.
I went to Malaysia with my friend. She used to study in VU but this semester she moved to Monash University. That's why she would be picked up by Monash officers. First time I thought, we would use taxi to go back to Sunway. But then she told me that she would be picked up. It's 6 pm, we arrived at the airport. I was really anxious, since it's dangerous to take a taxi alone at night. After asking for the permission, she said it's okay for me to join the car (Monash's car).
Then we waited. The person who picked up my friend should have been there when we arrived. But after waiting for 30 minutes we still could not find him. My friend decided to call him, and he said he's still picking up somebody else at different airport. He asked us to wait.
We've been waiting for half an hour. I could not stand it. I asked my friend to call the officer again. And guess what happened! The person who was supposed to pick us up, going home already, here come another officer who was on his way to airport. We were asked to wait again. OMG!
We arrived at 6 pm but the officer came at around 8.30. I thought everything would be ok after this. I could go home, since I was really exhausted that time. But another problem happened. The officer was dragged to the police office because he did not have a special pick-up-letter, or whatever letter, I did not really understand.
Essentially, that was the first time I entered police office in KLIA. My friend was being interviewed and so was the officer. We were scared at first. They argued there, the officer and the policeman. It took around 30 minutes, and I felt that I was in the movie, somekind of action movie. Officer, policemen (4 of them), and two of us (which were considered as victims). LOL XD
Finally, after doing interrogation, we could go home. I was terribly exhausted. I felt like my head's spinning around, I almost fainted (remember, I skipped dinner and did not even get some drink). Luckily, Caroline waited me in front of LV and helped me to bring my bag.
Caroline asked me, "I am really confused. You said you arrived at 6, but why you never reach home?"
The I told her the story. She was really astonished. LOL.
Right, that was really my first time epic experience.
(By the way, sorry if my english is not good, I make a typing error or grammar error, I type this quickly since I am really hungry right now, I NEED SOME FOOD!)
~Asa~
Friday, February 18, 2011
Untitled
God, it may sound selfish. But please, stop the time.
Bekukan waktu. Kenapa hanya air yang bisa membeku menjadi es? Kenapa waktu nggak bisa membeku?
Yes, I am selfish. I still want to stay here.
Di sini.
~Asa~
Bekukan waktu. Kenapa hanya air yang bisa membeku menjadi es? Kenapa waktu nggak bisa membeku?
Yes, I am selfish. I still want to stay here.
Di sini.
~Asa~
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Bye-bye Siantar =(
I will be going back in this few days. It means, tomorrow will be my last day in Siantar. I will go to Medan the day after tomorrow, since there is no airport here in my hometown. That's why I have to torture myself for around three hours to get to the airport.
It's so heavy to leave my hometown. They are actually true, there is no place like home. Although I feel sooooo bored here, there is no way that I can leave my hometown without feeling sad. I will certainly miss my parents, my brothers and my sister, even my computer, my cat, my piano and my books.
Well Siantar, see you in June. Bye.
By the way, who is willing to help me? It's 'packing time', the time I hate the most... =(
~Asa~
It's so heavy to leave my hometown. They are actually true, there is no place like home. Although I feel sooooo bored here, there is no way that I can leave my hometown without feeling sad. I will certainly miss my parents, my brothers and my sister, even my computer, my cat, my piano and my books.
Well Siantar, see you in June. Bye.
By the way, who is willing to help me? It's 'packing time', the time I hate the most... =(
~Asa~
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