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Still remember the first day in Melaka. Shifted to an Aunty's house. Rented a room there. Watery eyes when my parents left me there alone.

That night, I cried. I was scared. I was shy. I was all alone.

The next day, orientation started. Need to wake up 5am in the morning to get ready. I walked to Uni when the sky was still dark. Ended after a week.

The feelings of wanting to go home was strong, but it only lasted a few days.

Now, the feelings of going home from work is WEAK!

I miss my life in Melaka. The life of freedom.