A little diary

There was a little boy who cried hard in the bed beside his mom,
using his finger to test if his mom is still breathing.
He was afraid that his mom will die.
Mummy noticed it and told the boy she won't die.
So the boy fall asleep.

Everything is only in his imagination world.
He imagined that he dropped the hot dogs made by his mom on the floor.
He was going to cry again.
I never know I'm still the same little boy who worries too much for those who love me.
I don't have the qualification to own because I fear to lose.
I don't have the qualification to love because I fear not to be loved.




Say Hello to 14/2/2014!

I think I went toilet for 7 or 8 times from yesterday.
I vomited twice after my dinner for both days.
In fact I wish to vomit more, I want to end the feeling of nauseous.
Spotted a scorpion in toilet too haha.
Was not get used to the toilet in Australia which has no pipe.
I have to go to shower my ass every time after I have done with my diarrhea.

The dinner in hostel tastes so bad, I really mean it.
Terrible.
That's the worst pasta I ever eat. cold, hard, I doubt the chicken is fresh.
I hope it won't lead me to phobia to cheese.

Have to solve the problem of dinner for tomorrow.
Hope I'm healthy enough to visit the supermarket tomorrow,
or else I'm going to try the instant noodles.
finger crossed.

Enjoying the free laundry, yes, included dryer and iron,
made my life easier.

I went jogging in the empty rugby field.
It is big.
Outdoor jogging is suddenly becoming so difficult for me as I spent 3 years jogging on the machine.
The wind was strong. I sat down on the grass.
Made a lot of thinking, and a lot of  'if'.

Time please flow faster,
I can't wait for orientation and commencement of class,
no more empty street, empty field.
Time please don't walk, run, ok?
so I can go home earlier and meet those I love.