I don't know whether this is considered as exaggerating or show off or plain BS... put everything aside, one thing that I love about this house... the fact that I can see Bank Rakyat Tower straight from my balcony... and a glimpse of Twin Towers... silently hoping the construction behind my house take a longgggg time to complete thus I can admire the view longer... or maybe they can build their stuff but at least let the slight view continue to be seen... at night both Bank Rakyat Tower and Twin Towers light up in their own way... and for me, at least, those are the most beautiful views I get to see... I guess I'm just filled with pride knowing that Abah works in Bank Rakyat... ever since I'm young( still young though) every time I saw Bank Rakyat, anywhere around Malaysia, I'll be thrilled and just randomly point it out to my parents... hahaha but maybe it is fate, I am able to be where I can get a sight that makes me miss my parents a lot more... just looking at those lights from afar makes me think as if my parents are looking after me from afar too... it is like every night they are telling me," just sleep tight, we will light up the night sky for you"
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Twin Tower |
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It can be seen clearly actually through eyes given by god.. sadly my phone not cooperating well~ |
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this is what it supposedly look like |
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my tools to keep me occupied |
it does take times... it takes time for me to be comfortable living on my own... it takes time for me to be more confident and matured especially in dealing with problems... it takes time for me to fully understand what becoming an adult truely about... life in general is hard... but if I don't deal with it... I won't grow... I can't be someone that I want to be, which is... somebody that can relief the burden off my parents shoulders... somebody that can freely be herself without having to worry of others thought toward her... somebody that can give her trust, hope and love to others again...soon, I will change to be a better person... Slowly but Surely~
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