Of Weather, Driving, Public Transportation and People

It's summer right now. People asked how hot is it over here...whether it's hotter than Malaysia...well, if you want numbers, you could simply google the temperature and compare yourself. If you want my perception...I would definitely say it's hotter here. But mostly because I rarely go out, walking under the glaring sun when I was in Malaysia compared to when I'm here.
Plus, even if I'm going out (in Malaysia), it's either mum sending me or a friend would pick me up. Yeah my license is like, non-existing at all. Mum wouldn't let me drive. I guess she still doesn't trust me to be on the road. Hey, I don't blame her. Even I don't trust myself to take the wheel. Haha. Meanwhile, here...we need to use public transportation to get by from one place to another. And sometimes we need to walk for some distance too. Hence making me feel much, much hotter (is there any other word to say hotter?).
Speaking of public transportation...I gotta confess. I rarely use one when I was in Malaysia (more like I dunno how to). In fact, I think I only took the mini bus in Sabah for...maybe three or four times? Yeah I'm a spoilt brat, but I think it's not all bad. I mean, at least Mum doesn't need to worry about my whereabout. I guess.
Of the people here...Oh gosh. They are mostly loud, annoying and rude. I still get a bit mad when they say 'Ni Hao' or stuff like that to us. Sometimes, I have that urge say FU to whoever says 'Ni Hao', but lucky I dunno how to curse in Arabic. Urghhhh.
Plus, it's such a pain in the ass when you need to deal with them. For instance, this one time, we asked for our result slips and it took that person almost a month to send them! ONE FREAKING MONTH. Starting from roughly in early August, we gave our names, and she told us to come a week after. But when we came, it still didn't finish yet and I think she misplaced our names. And so, Bur, the last person going back to Malaysia (on 22nd of August if I'm not mistaken), gave her our names again. She said she would send it after a week. A week after, still no slips. So I went to her office and asked her about it. She said she would send it in two days. After two days, still no slips. And I went there and asked her again. She said she would send it in a week (again?!) because it was Aidilfitri. I asked for her number so I could simply call her instead of going there every freaking time asking whether it's done or not. At the end of the week, I called, and she said it's still not done and I forgot what else she said. Then the next day, I tried to call her again, and she didn't pick up the phone. I'm not being paranoid but she definitely avoiding my calls. At last, on 12th of September, we finally got the slips. Even then, Dayang's and my slips are not included! WTH.
OK panjang sudah aku bising taip pasal slip.
But there are also some people who are kind. Like there's this one guy, during the riot/revolution, helped us to get back safely to our house. And we walked all the way back! I think it took us around 1 hour to get back. And then there's this another guy, who helped us to cross the street, got a taxi for us AND paid for it (around 2/3 genih ja pun but still...), AND got a bus for us. WOW. kalau hari2 camni best jugak. rasa macam princess sikit :P
So there.
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Hey You

I remember the first time I met you. You were sitting there with your laptop, and we just arrived.

I remember my first impression about you. 'Wow you look a lot like my senior.'

Honestly, I thought you would be another face that I would eventually forget, like most of the people I got to know here (which is not that much anyway), by the time I'm outta here. I thought I would only remember you for the sake of being polite.

But oh boy, I was wrong. I was far from it.

In fact, you would be one of the people I would remember dearly.

You would be one of the people I would miss dearly.

Whenever I'm with you, I feel like I need to absorb as much info as I could from you. You know what I would love? Being with you all the time, asking questions that frequently popped in my mind. Getting answers, simple yet adequate answers, from you. You know what I wish? I wish I could be like you. I wish I could have your wits and your confidence and your personality. I wish I could be you.

But I still need to do my time, just like how you did yours, to par with you.

I know this is inevitable, but I still can't help feeling sad to the fact that you will go back soon. I feel like being selfish and keep all of you by myself.

Oh well.

I wish you all the best in life.

XOXO