Alright. And here goes my Part 2.
The very main reason I sacrificed a leave for Malaysia is to WITNESS Whitney's convocation. Finally this girl has made it despite all the tears shed along the journey.

This meant a lot to me either. I, myself sacrificed much during the whole process. Remembered she failed to obtain a "pass" for her CGPA and led her no option but to proceed to retake/continue the remaining semesters way in the Northern part of Malaysia, Kampar.
I remembered I have to drive to and fro from KL to UTAR, Kampar to settle her registration/appeal with the university.
I remembered I have to drive to and fro twice to move every single of her things from Menara Alpha, KL to Kampar.
I remembered I settled a church for her there. At least she has a "family" in a new place or new environment. (Even though she did not go as often...)
Not to mention. There were three/(more) times over night inside the car at the multi-storey car park.
It was not taking too long for her to get used to the new place.

I remembered I have to drive to and fro from KL to UTAR, Kampar to settle her registration/appeal with the university.
I remembered I have to drive to and fro twice to move every single of her things from Menara Alpha, KL to Kampar.
I remembered I settled a church for her there. At least she has a "family" in a new place or new environment. (Even though she did not go as often...)
Not to mention. There were three/(more) times over night inside the car at the multi-storey car park.
It was not taking too long for her to get used to the new place.

She found buddies and her life turned even more interesting than my life in Kuala Lumpur. Even more interesting than my nights with the beer.
(I thought beer is interesting enough..)
Not to forget those who supported her. Gave her morally support. Prayers. Laughters. Phone calls like it's free from DIGI. Every time got new shirts when she backed to Kuala Lumpur.
I don't have to name them all out. You know who you are. I am only giving privilege to that two ladies above.
So. I believe.
Every second sacrificed.
Every drop of fuel I paid.
Every mentality/energy I drained due to long driving.
Every DIGI-as-if-it's-free calls from whoever.
Every shirts given out.
Every tear shed.
Every prayers made.
Every hardship/effort put.
Every second of endurance.
Every drop of sweat.
Every.. every.. every.. there is too much every..
EVERYTHING is paid off. on.. this very glorious day.
(I thought beer is interesting enough..)
Not to forget those who supported her. Gave her morally support. Prayers. Laughters. Phone calls like it's free from DIGI. Every time got new shirts when she backed to Kuala Lumpur.
I don't have to name them all out. You know who you are. I am only giving privilege to that two ladies above.
So. I believe.
Every second sacrificed.
Every drop of fuel I paid.
Every mentality/energy I drained due to long driving.
Every DIGI-as-if-it's-free calls from whoever.
Every shirts given out.
Every tear shed.
Every prayers made.
Every hardship/effort put.
Every second of endurance.
Every drop of sweat.
Every.. every.. every.. there is too much every..
EVERYTHING is paid off. on.. this very glorious day.













