Diary of a Practitioner

When I was in school and studying, I was called a Student. When I was in Varsity, I was called an Undergraduate. When I finished my diploma, I was called a Graduate. When I begin my practical attachment, I am called a Practitioner.

Friday, February 10

Day 43

Dear diary,
I went to work troubled today...and so I am troubled this whole day...and this next few weeks...

Troubled about my future.
Troubled about my finances.
Troubled about...everything...?

My carefully planned life, at least for the 1 year I have left here in Shah Alam, is shaken at the roots today.

Where am I to go?
What am I to do?

The whole day, I've been pondering these questions...
No answer has yet appeared...

I'm sick of this.

I wanna go home...
Home to Brunei...where my parents are...
Or at least to Kuching where my brother is...
Where my friends are...

*Sigh*

P/s- Bro, when you're done reading this, give me a call...

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