My room was no. 127. It was small with a single bed, a cupboard, a chair, a writing table with a book shelf above it. There was also a side drawer. In addition there was a ceiling lamp and a table lamp too.
As I unpacked and arranged my clothes and the other items, my mind was working ahead. This was to be my room and home for two years. Here I would do all my reading. Work, write letters, taking my tea and sleep. I would have to be alone, away from my family and doing all thing alone.
After a shower, we had an early dinner because we were starving. After dinner, I got down to write a letter home; finally. I knew everybody back home would be worries as I had not sent news to them since leaving Malaysia.
As I unpacked and arranged my clothes and the other items, my mind was working ahead. This was to be my room and home for two years. Here I would do all my reading. Work, write letters, taking my tea and sleep. I would have to be alone, away from my family and doing all thing alone.
After a shower, we had an early dinner because we were starving. After dinner, I got down to write a letter home; finally. I knew everybody back home would be worries as I had not sent news to them since leaving Malaysia.
