You know, it's really nice to be around Malaysian people, people from your own country, from your own town even sometimes. I know I sound like a lunatic with my accent half the time, but really, I've never had trouble distinguishing myself being Malaysian. I always leave cell group feeling good, supported and just ready for the weekend.
But... on the other hand, I know mum's patience is running out. Every friday when she picks me up (at around 10.30pm) she would put on the grumpiest face and show her displeasure in picking me up. Thing is, there's no bus after 9.30pm, so it's not like I can take the bus. So, yeah, there's that. Something I just have to deal with I guess. I wish there was a way so she didn't have to pick me up.