Wow, it’s amazing how lonesome one can get by an event that would logically not affect anything. How can the fact that your best friend has just moved from Melbourne to KL ever affect you when you’re in Cambridge? It doesn’t matter where he is, either way, he is not with you.

And yet. I feel strangely melancholic over it. 

In six months time, I will start a new phase in life, one that will certainly be a real test. There’s something quite scary about venturing out into the world of corporate finance at the age of 24, especially when you have just spent the last 4 years doing Law instead. Nope. It doesn’t make sense to me either.

On top of that, there’s Malaysia to think about. I still have very high hopes of her improvement socially, economically and even politically (this one’s a long shot, but not impossible) and I’ve never been a true fan of migrating to another country. I feel I have to do something about Malaysia, bring it to a whole new height where we can completely be proud of it. I wanna be able to say that my country stands for something I respect. And that day will come, insha-Allah. I know it will.

Good God. I have spent the last 3 weeks alone. The last time I actually set foot outside the building was almost a week ago. I gotta get out. Tomorrow is Boxing Day which is the perfect excuse to go out. I need new shoes anyway. And I’ve run out of bread and cheese. Okay, that’s it, then, outing tomorrow.

On a more personal note (okay, more personal than before) I haven’t made a list of New Year’s Resolutions yet. Man, it’s such a chore.

I miss Malaysian food. I think I’ll just go to Mill Road and really buy stuff so that I can cook myself some nice chicken curry, Malaysian style. Now what am I going to do about the rice though? Hmmm… Okay, I just bought a microwave rice cooker. It’s got good reviews on Amazon and only costs about 7 pounds. I could really use a cheap rice cooker right about now, anyway.

It’s almost midnight. I hate this part of the day. This is when I get really lonely, and start missing my family and home. No wonder learning/studying is esteemed highly in Islam, the process is just so difficult. God, give me strength to endure what I must. You can make light the heaviest of loads. 

Amin.