After SPM examination, i served the national service, after completing the 3 months service, i worked part-time for 2 months, then is time for me to move on to the next step of my life, further studies in Help university College. Somewhere around end of June, my dad and I drove to kl, to register in Help institute, and look around for rooms foe let. My dad, he was so patient on that day, as we are not so fimiliar with damansara area, we actually do alot of wrong turns that day, eventually, we get to the college and registered, then we start finding rooms. We just randomly drove around, and look for rooms for rent. those near ones, walking distance are actually very expensive, so in the end we found this, is Desa Kiara Condo, for temporary due to the time left. 2th of July, I moved in here and that is the day I leave home. My dad, he called me every single day at 8:15. just to ask where are you? have you had your dinner? every single day without failure. once in a while, he will ask do i still have money as he knows i wont ask from him, he bank in me money once in a while, but at most rm700 per month. I know that his business was actually not so good recently, so I always try my very best not to spend so much, I spend every single cents thoughtfully. All the registeration fees, course fees, exam fees, rental and living expenses, he had paid alot, alot, alot.. And now, I had to find some place else to move, as at the first place staying here was temporary, as i m going to move to a further place at a cheaper rent, i need a car as is not convenient to take public trasnport anymore. In this case, i pity him more, he needs to come out with more money. I have a brother who is older than me by a year, so he is entering uni soon, which means, my dad, have to come out with more money. Life here alone was actually not as good as at home for sure, I'm slready here, away from home for nearly 4 months, but I go back kind of often as my dad has a friend who go back every weekend so i can just follow. He arrange me trasport to go home, arrage me transport to come back, pay for what I'm doing and call me everyday without failure. what more can I ask for? Before this, I always thinks that he give more love to my 2 older brothers, and I'm always the last to be seen. but in real, actually is not, I cant say he treat all his kids the same, but at least, now, i felt that i m not transporent, he see me. I'm proud for having him, as my dad. I love you!
* I will try my best not to let you down *
* I will try my best not to let you down *
