Memories are a treasure

Since I'm here, since I so thankful lately, so a lot of sweet memories flashed back into my mind....Memories should never be let go, because they let us relive moments in our lives. Every moment that passes, good or bad, becomes a piece of who I am. When I'm old and gray, the memories I have stored will keep me company. I think the real treasures in life aren't just in the doing and living of them, but in remembering and retelling the important parts, the precious parts, over and over again.

So here I am, I’m glad that I had the best of my 3 years so far here. It was that 3 years of Uni time – sort of learned to be independent, learned to cook, earned pocket money, total freedom – explored new environment, met people from all around the world…I've done many things in that short 3 years. It was college honeymoon to me. (Back home too many restrictions liow kuah - being here foreign land - as if nobody knows me - so in a way - it gave me freedom to try things ...haha). Susah-payah worked hard for 1 semester, then party, enjoyed the semester break. Being in this foreign country, had the opportunity to meet international friends – learned some of their culture, met good friends, met 2 nice american families, did cheap sightseeings around a few states, so thrilled first time saw snow (orang tengok tot we gila), experienced coldest weather until my ears, hands almost numb - so painful & cold that all I could do was cried (very cham), made snowman, tried snow boarding, snow skiing, water-skiing, water-tubing, jet-ski, fishing, horse riding in a ranch, pheasant hunting, boating, kayaking, Harley-Davidson’s ride, winter ice-fishing, exposure to church services, experience of being absolutely drunk & high & strengthless, tried and failed in smoking, tried marijuana once, first kiss, 21st birthday, datings, fell in love, bought my own car, numerous chats with leng chai policemen or traffic policemen, sat in the police car, naked walking around in sauna room felt extremely humiliated, visited chippendale, gay bar, nude bar, hooked to late nights parties, beer drinking, kick-stand, volka shots, heart broken, chicken pox on the first day of my final exam – I was quarantine from entering Uni – cried in front of the health doctor – because he refused to let me attend my graduation ceremony – then I decided to subside the virus ( not a good choice – but I was desperato – couldn’t afford to skip my graduation day (it's BIG day for me then) – plus my mum already on her way to my Uni ) – it was such a horrible terrible suffering experience - yet memorable. All in all – my valuable memories. I’m truly thankful to my family for supporting me – without them – I wouldn’t have had this 3 best years of my life so far. Wasn't doing bad things here, to me, they were just part of the life puzzles, tried things wisely - experience - learning - been there, done that kind of thing. If I ever have my next generation, I sure hope they have the opportunity to do something fun on their lives (but then at the back, may be I being parent - will be super kiasu, kiasi, sleepless, freak out - who knows what I would do then , hahaha :P ) .... my memories are my treasure !!