Anyway, I thought the place I'm staying at is lovely already. I know I heard about the foreign workers, high number of crimes here but probably I've been staying in the room for two straight nights (since I tapau-ed food straight away after work) so I was probably oblivious to the threats and dangers lurking in this place at night.
Quite a few of my friends upon knowing that I got a job in Balakong Jaya, went "Aduhh! Kenapa pergi situ?" Like seriously, is it that bad? Not everything works as you plan it to be. I never wanted to work in KL. I'm not a city boy, just a kampung boy, country mouse. Not used to the traffic jam, unfriendly kiasu people who never smile back when you smile at them =P. Getting this house so near to my workplace is a blessing. Though I think I need to be more alert. Thank God it always seems like it's going to rain that I always have my umbrella with me. Anything happens (touch wood), I have my umbrella to protect me.
But of all things, I have Allah to protect me.
|Gifts from my housemates in my first year in Gippsland, Andrew (the card) and Riccardo (the fridge magnet + GP Shirt )|