I should firstly say thank you to all of my friends. Especially for those who did come to the airport at that very early morning.

I didn't cry until the very last moment. Because I saw you cried. I told u guys before, please don't  cry in front of me, or I will burst out tears with you. True, when I entered the gate, I can't control myself anymore. Even, on the plane, my eye drops still keep on leaking out of my eyes when reading every tiny letter from all of you. Without any joyful mood, I stepped out the Sydney Airport.

I treasure all of the presents that you gave me, not to say our friendship indeed. Someone may think that it is such a good chance to study abroad. Yes! I did think so. However, I got to adapt a brand new environment on my own at the same time. I told myself there is no way for me to afraid, and no way for me to escape. I try my very best to do all the things. New life here is not as good as everyone thought. I feel badly, I know I am the lucky one out of thousands poor students despite. I cried in my bedroom, but I cannot tell any one what was happening. I need to tolerate all the things without saying a word. My dear friends, all are in HK...who can help? With less support, life is kind of harsh for me.

2 weeks! I work under extremely high pressure within those couple of weeks! Orders? Bills? Incomes? Money management? I need to handle all things in shops. Who did concern about how heavy my load is? Or give me a little break after back to home? All my rewards are Blank eyes and punishment. What I can do, is still tolerate. To release pressure, I can't stop eating. even I feel so full, I still keep on eating, because that's the only moment that I feel stress less. Day goes by, I was indeed glad on the day of my uncle back. So meaningful to me. Those 2 weeks, let me experience so much..

Now, much better, live happier than before already. Thanks for my very best friends who did listen to me when I phoned back. I am now rebuilding my confidence to fight for the future...