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I never thought I'd do this. I thought I would be okay, adapting to a new environment, away from home and my family back in Jb. But when I got back to my hostel today, I found my stuff missing, found out that the cleaners cleared them away. I couldn't help but tear. It wasn't because of the lost stuff I teared.


I felt that I was so helpless. For a minute, I didn't know who to turn to. Should I call mom and wail like a baby? No. I texted sis, room mate and called the warden who turns out to be just a substitute. The other number on the Taylors accomodation guide was a hoax. Rang up to have a man shouting at me for disturbing him. WTF.


I have no idea what to do now, only having to wait till tomorrow to visit the office and complain. Stuff probably thrown away already. What the hell should I do? Reading blogs and looking pictures of people in Jb made me missed home even more. I was okay all these while, it only needed a small thing to trigger my emotions, I never expected it to be right now, today.


Probably due to the fact I just came back from sis' place and am all alone now and there's classes tomorrow. As much as how I'm having fun in college, I really can't deny the fact I really miss home alot. I really hate Sundays. But when the week starts, I'm fine with it as there's stuff to keep me busy.


Feb 13th. Anticipating.