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My heart ache when the guy who served me at National Bank tore my card into two. He said, "You don't need this anymore eh since you are closing account." Almost cried to see my card got murdered. I never expect it would be so painful to see it get killed. I did not even had the chance to bid it farewell or get to spend some time with it.
Withdrew every cent from my savings account and after deductions for making payment to jetta express and Jess' money, I left with meager some of money - cash. How pathetic. From campus I walked to Ron's house feeling so poor. I hate feeling this way. I hate feeling poor. From now till my first pay cheque, which I don't when, I don't have much to live by. Thank God I am living with my parents back home and somehow meals too are being taken care of. In many aspects I am lucky. I do not need to worry when will be my next meal or where will be my next shelter. So I should not be whining and complaining. However hated the feeling I do not have the freedom to spend as much as I want. Sigh...
Spending each day trying absorb life in Gong. Its all a different feeling that most of the gang members are not around, back in Spore or in Sydney. The streets carry a different tune. Each corner kept a beautiful memory, shared by us. The street we took one night after watching Star Wars, I walked on it again yesterday. This time round it was in a day and the gang was not around. I could only smile and walked past the memory.
Josh and I did some reminiscing. He kept asking me when I am coming home since I finished exams last year. He was saying he had most fun in his last year cos he lived near me and Jess and he can pop by anytime he wants just to hang out or eat dinner. Those were the days. My house in Gywnneville was never quiet. It became a hang out place for the gang. There were plenty of laughter and smiles, lots of food, met new people. Met Jimbo during Easter 2003 : )
This chapter of my life is closing soon. I don't know what lies ahead. I do know for sure I have made good friends who had shared beautiful memories with me in Gong.
Withdrew every cent from my savings account and after deductions for making payment to jetta express and Jess' money, I left with meager some of money - cash. How pathetic. From campus I walked to Ron's house feeling so poor. I hate feeling this way. I hate feeling poor. From now till my first pay cheque, which I don't when, I don't have much to live by. Thank God I am living with my parents back home and somehow meals too are being taken care of. In many aspects I am lucky. I do not need to worry when will be my next meal or where will be my next shelter. So I should not be whining and complaining. However hated the feeling I do not have the freedom to spend as much as I want. Sigh...
Spending each day trying absorb life in Gong. Its all a different feeling that most of the gang members are not around, back in Spore or in Sydney. The streets carry a different tune. Each corner kept a beautiful memory, shared by us. The street we took one night after watching Star Wars, I walked on it again yesterday. This time round it was in a day and the gang was not around. I could only smile and walked past the memory.
Josh and I did some reminiscing. He kept asking me when I am coming home since I finished exams last year. He was saying he had most fun in his last year cos he lived near me and Jess and he can pop by anytime he wants just to hang out or eat dinner. Those were the days. My house in Gywnneville was never quiet. It became a hang out place for the gang. There were plenty of laughter and smiles, lots of food, met new people. Met Jimbo during Easter 2003 : )
This chapter of my life is closing soon. I don't know what lies ahead. I do know for sure I have made good friends who had shared beautiful memories with me in Gong.