Perhaps I still haven't got through the pain of leaving Canada. First of all, Happy Birthday to Uncle Chicken and Thomas. It was a memorable birthday dinner. Everything was great until my sister brought up the reason of my early return after dinner. I do not know why she wanted to mention it. It upset me so much that I had one drink after another. What happened next? I went to the washroom to puke for god knows how many times. The scene was not too elegant. Finally I lost control (again) on the taxi to say I don't (not even now) understand why my sister announced her over-reaction that led me to pack my stuff and leave everything behind to Hong Kong. Did my sis believe that this disastrous drama is over for me? Did she think it would be an entertaining topic to discuss? I only know I was so drunk that I went straight to the bed, and laid down to cry. My sister apologized to me in tears when she saw me crying like a helpless baby.
I am adjusting to the place, but blooding is still leaking in my heart. I am truly hurt this time. I thought to talk this out would be okay. But that's not the true. I am actually much weaker than I thought.
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