PART 1: EPILOGUE

I opened my eyes this morning. The cold is biting into my bones. This came as
Shock since I am already under 2 sheets of thick covers, 2 layers of t shirt and
my trusty jumper. Why do I still feel the cold? It is September. It is not supposed
to be this cold anyway. I swore I saw the mat salleh and my seniors wearing
just a jumper down on Oxford Street earlier today. How can this be? I was told
it’s going to be cold in London. But I wasn't expecting it to be this cold. They
also told me London is the warmest city in U.k during winters. It never snowed
here. Well not for the last 300 years anyway....but still. Here I was...shivering in
my bed just staring at the blank ceiling of Malaysia Hall


24 hours earlier

my mom packed my bag with as many packets of instant noodles and crackers.
She said it going to be hard getting these stuffs in London. How wrong she was,
But back then I would even believe that London is a lot more modern than KL!
That’s another urban legend for you! Dad drove us all to subang. I still can’t
believe I’m going. Me.......stupid me going to U.K. it’s like a really bad joke.
Why me? I’m a complete ass. But the moment I stepped inside the bowels of
the 747 I knew this wasn't a joke or it a dream

14 hours later

I saw lights.....as far as the eye can see. Its 5 in the morning. U can just see the
city waking up along with her occupants. Wake up London. I’m coming. I’m
going...I’m here! I cant believe it. Immediately I have a funny feeling in my
tummy. Its not butterflies....its more like a gecko trying to get outside...clawing
my skin from inside. Finally the excitement turned into fear. Can I live here? Will
the culture shock get to me? Will I even survive the cold? I cant stand the cold.
I can catch a cold in seconds back home. Let alone here. The moment the
plane touched the ground I pinched myself. Man I WISH this is a dream. Let me
go!! I don’t want to be here.