Studying in a place so alien to me, i feel like a valcano about to erupt.

Busy getting used to the trasportation, the crazy weather, the people, which leaves no time for me to get all emotional.

Bus, is how i get around in this suburb. This includes grocery shopping, school, to town, beach, and dinner. Since school is only 2 stations away from my house, i walk to school praying hard that it will not rain and also i could loose a few weight IF i walk everyday. This is when i start appreciating the transport convinience i have back home that i take for granted of.

The people here are friendly and helpful. But the only problem i have is that i feel intimidated of my english. Maybe It is because of their accent that i don't get what they say. And the funny thing was, they start talking so slowly with their hand gesture, i feel like knocking them on their heads and say "darling, it's your accent i don't get! i speak english too.. ".
Oh well, it's normal for everyone to react that way, just like if you go to China and they start speaking to you in chinese.

I like it here, but I Love my home! is it possible to feel this way?

Too much scarcity in me, i just can't get enough of everything. =.="

Till then,
little yellow miss loud.

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