It had been 47 days me living in this foreign place. When i juz landed, everything seems to be so interesting. I'm so happy to see the mountain covered with snow from the airplane. Excited all the time no matter what i do.
Remember on the 13th Feb when i finally go out to see snow. It was my first time touching snow and i was super exicted and sumhow ppl thought i m hyper or insane. I luv the scene, all white and i think it's super romantic (influenced by Winter Sonata). Everywhr i go, everything i do and whatever i eat, i took down for my memory.
After a while, i m getting bored. I know my way home and i m no longer excited if the taxi gonna charge me extra or he purposely use the longer road. I m used to Mongolian food and infact, i like it. But the only thing that is killing me is to miss my home and everyone in Malaysia.
I missed Andy, i missed my house and my bed. I missed mummy and daddy coz i cant call them any time. I missed my variety of working clothes and shoes and my collections of bags of course. I miss my frens who is there for me to cuddle and manja all the time. I miss food, dessert especially. I want KFC, i want asam laksa and i want everything back in Malaysia.
I think it's time to go home. another 36 more days to go and i will be meeting mum n dad in Beijing, another 41 days to go and I will be in Andy's hug. I am looking fwd.....
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