I didnt know leaving would be so hard.

This entry is going to be a detailed one about everything that happened.

Thursday night, my whole family, except for my brother, went for dinner and then, to the airport. We were there quite early and so, sat around drinking coffee.

After that, ct and clarence came. Almost at the same time as diya and carrie. Thank you guys! Much love.

Anyway, two hours before, I decided to check in my luggages... I didn't know leaving would be so hard. Whole family's tear gland started running! Even dad's. Makes me feel so sad that I am leaving them behind... But I knew I had to be strong.

Proceeded to chatting non-stop among everyone. Soon, it was time for departure. Took photos and said my goodbyes. Mostly wanted to sprint inside to avoid more tears running down anyone's cheeks. Seriously considered just giving the money and break my bond but I pushed the thoughts out of my head. I rushed through the departure hall. I wanted to leave happy, and land happy.

My flight was 7:40hours but it felt like forever. I was sitting between two caucasians who were snoring away. Kept needing to pee but I couldn't. When images of my family crying appeared into my head, I kept tearing! Watched Marley and Me and the dog just reminds me of snowball, snowman and girl girl. I haven't said my proper goodbyes to them. :(

It was 5:10am when I landed. Everyone was so friendly and helpful. Went to my apartment... It was perfect. Well, it is enough for I spent my whole day unpacking, and stopping for naps in between, since I didn't sleep a wink throughout the flight.

Today morning, I stepped out into the city for the first time. It is indeed the city of dust. There were dusts everywhere due to the dessert. You can say it's sand. There were huge spaces without buildings. Not what we see in Singapore.

I got my blackberry and got connected to my life in Singapore! Missed everyone.

Many timed there were thoughts of giving this up, but only for my family and love. It gets harder when I receive sad and depressed smses from them. I don't want them to suffer too much.

But this is what I want to try out. Why is it that I am not even a little scared? I go to the mall alone and see people wearing cloth covering their bodies. It is not like the skimpy outfits we see in Singapore. Its strict as its a muslim country. But I'm not afraid at all.

I feel as if God has sent me here to become strong and independent, and know what its like to work hard for something. I need to be able to handle negative feelings... All my life I've everything I want and I'm always happy and brave.

Maybe its time I grow up and face something challenging? To learn not to give up because success takes hard work? I want to find that thing that gives my life purpose, no matter what.

We shall see what the future awaits. :)