When I Say Sisters, You Say Four!

So, it turns out that Monica WAS jealous that I wrote something concerning my besties the other day. "Where's the love for me, then?" Her Big Question, that is. 

I'm sorry, but I really didn't realize that you want me to write down how I felt about you. I thought you already know that well, concerning I've been living with you from the day you came out from Mama's womb. But, if that's what you insist, then it's my pleasure to write down something decent. 

PS: Decent doesn't necessarily denotes nice, just to be clear. LOL 

Now, where to start? Alright, how about this? I will miss you. Terribly. Though those words often came out from your mouth nowadays, you should realize that I have never say them back to you. So, here I am, writing it down. Because it's much easier for me this way. 

But, you should also know that by smacking you on the head is also my way of showing my love to you. Because, let's face it, you're the only who could stand the abuse without reporting my deed to Koko. Thank you, for that. Anyway, what else can I do for entertainment sake? Exactly, nothing much. 

So, I heard that you're gonna get your our room all for yourself, now that I'll be gone. Hmmph. Good for you. But, I'll tell you this, there's nothing fun in sleeping alone. Not for the first few days, anyway. Why, you ask? Well, mainly because you've got only the four walls to speak to. They're really a terrible listener. And yea, they won't bother to give you any reliable response. I've tried that. 

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I stopped writing after this, because I've started to feel sleepy. But, rather than deleting the whole draft, I think it'll mean a whole lot if I continue where I've left of. So, here it goes.

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Now, that I'm finally here, those feelings still have not changed. I still miss you guys back home, and at times, when I find myself alone (listening to those sentimental, Tamil tunes), I felt this sudden urge to catch the next flight to Malaysia. Sadly, before that could happen, my rational side managed to remind me, rather harshly that I'm BROKE. 

At times, I managed to have a great time over here. Things that I can't possibly could do back home is rather natural over here. Stuff that are ridiculously pricey back home is surprisingly cheap over here. But those things still do not change the fact that nothing beats home, flaws and all. 

Now that I'm here, I try to NOT count the months leading to the day that I could finally go home. Because if I do that, I'll be smacked by this panic mode of mine. HELL, YEARS TO GO BEFORE I COULD SEE HOME. NOOOOOOOOO!  yes, that's what I'm talking about. 

Come to think of it, I've stopped writing my feelings about you, Moni. As a matter of fact, I'm beginning to crap. So, before I continue crapping, I should stop writing.

Parting words from me to you guys back home, I miss all of you terribly, and don't any of you ever dare to stop missing me! 

XOXO