It's rare for me to say I'm homesick. But for last week, i did. I didn't even had time to sit down and watch tv. I didn't even had time to share with mummy, daddy or glenn what happened for the week. I had to wake up early in the morning during the weekends, go out, come back, do my own stuff and catch some rest. Had the same routine for sunday, only minusing going hm, which leaves me no room to catch up with my family. Went back hostel after piano and dinner.
Even when i was dozing off on my bed at home on a saturday night, I thought I was resting on the hostel bed. alamakkk. why liddat...
Pretty saddening rite?
What gave me encouragement was when daddy gave me advice over lunch. He didn't even know what my new commitments are. But what he said seems as if he knew the onus I have on hand. That was all an estimated 3 min talk he shared with me. Precious. After which, I swallowed my lunch in 5 min.
And then I heard the 12pm bell which rings all over Singapore every month. And I pray again. Whenever I hear the bell.
I packed all my stuff into my huge bag and left house, ready for another week.
