Dear God,

Please let me fit in with an all girls’ school. Please let the people be nice there.

Please let me me be able to understand what the fuck they’re saying and vice versa.

Please let me be able to withstand the weather. Please let the moisturisers, eye gel and whatnot be able to battle wind and snow and maintain my *ahem* glowing, youthful complexion.

Please let me get fairer there!

Please let me not get fat! Please let me grow taller, if it’s possible (Mr Summer Fling said it was!) Please let me get rosy chicks, shining eyes and look like an English rose.

Please let me be able to find clothes there. And not kids’ clothes at that! Let me find good DKNY, Guess AND Von Dutch in the right sizes and please let it be cheap so at least I can look good in year-round winter clothing.

Please let me be able to cope with uni workload.

Please don’t let me change. Please let me retain my sense of humour and please let me, when I come back to Malaysia, still click with my friends.

Please don’t let me lose touch with them. Pleas don’t let them forget me!

Please let me not turn into a bitch.

Please let me have friends! Please let me have a cute Harvard boyfriend. Kidding la! I’m not so much really into ang mohs.

Please don’t let me be homesick, unable to function and get out of bed and die due to bedsores.

Please let me find more nice knee-length boots.

Please don’t let me take any more hepatitis shots.

Please let my luggage not be overweight. 😛

Please let me not miss foosball, yum cha, soba and my idiot friends too much to function. (See 3 prayers above)

Please DON’T let me pick up the phone, hear Mummy Ooi’s voice and burst out sobbing.

Please don’t let me drift away from Daddy, Mummy and Brother Ooi. Please let Brother Ooi still feel comfortable enough to walk around in his undies with me around.

Please don’t let me cry at the airport.