after that we headed all the way back to Malacca, my sweet home...feel very relax when i arrive my home..no worried of eat sleep and also the work i do half-way at Kampar...*hate*although i go back Malacca but i never step to the outside door til the day i have to come back...hate the feeling to leave..watching my parents' back view is such a sad thing u know...
after that have to come back and attend the PTPTN submitting the doc..just to come back and submit it...and this is another story that i really wane share here..
although we are borrowing the money from government and still have to look at those 'pork face'..
i damn angry with their attitude...not only me,but some of them also kena shoot..
i can swear i listen very careful what the pork told me is to let the ppl sign at the place where i sign..n when the time i let her check again..she shout at me and said :
'' U TAU DENGAR BAHASA MELAYU TAK..? BERAPA UMUR AWAK MASIH TAK TAU APA SAYA CAKAP...''
what the *f____* if i donoe the BAHASA MELAYU how i fill all those form, how can i live til today....reli have a pork brain...
i was damn angry that moment , but the moment i pass up it was like...uhhh, finally..
because of those doc, i had many bad dreams before this..and yet they request for many many thgs..i hope i really can get this loan , if not i really donoe where to vomit such amount of money to pay my fees...
