Grateful for Pork

Greetings Steemit,

Wow it seems like I don't even care to introduce myself here. Why would I?

Oh my, am I starting to be rude? WTF May, please don't. What's this week is all about? It's about how I feel "done" for a moment, that kind of ... wait, this is not a rich text editor? Oh my god.

Wait, that's the last thing I said to him,

"Oh maw Gawd,"

Blueticks, seen.

Besides that, I am done for a week keeping up with mathematics, does she thinks it's all about her subject? No thanks, I am freeing my time for a while, to focus on other stuff. She kept on taking and taking our free time to disallow me some flexible time to think by myself. I hate this kind of teaching method. So far, aviation maintenance subjects are quite dense, as in text-laden kind of dense. It's supposed to be interesting but I am a sloth. So. I'll gonna catch up. No worries. Or worries, depending on the time left to browse through all those stuff.

Oh, I am not going to return home next week. The flight ticket was cheap last time but I am too goddamn broke. I thought I still have that open ticket but I don't want to waste it, so Imma stay. But, the last time I stayed for the purpose of saving up, it failed and I spent more on food because I had the chance to finally find some eateries serving pork in this little town where the Moslem are the majority.

I am a Bornean who comes to West Malaysia to study, found Chinese food and I was like so goddamn grateful, like, did I even understand what being grateful means until now? The last time I heard, understanding gratitude so much means you are a pro-go. I almost cried binge-eating pork bao and pork rice here oh my. I was so fucking happy. Never mind the fact that the pork in this area wouldn't taste as good like the one back at home, but this... This was at least something, rather than nothing.

So, I guess that's all I care to reveal at the moment.