what, i'm giving fashion tips now?

help me understand, what's so fashionable about being fashionably late?

if i am correct (i could be wrong), in fashion world a trend comes and goes so quickly that skinny jeans and huge glasses might be oh-so-last-season before we know it. it probably already is, who knows. if watching ANTM and Project Runway taught me anything, it would be that you need to constantly do a wardrobe makeover to catch up with the latest in-thing in the fashion magazines.

like, you know for Raya this year the trend is Baju Kurung Moden (btw just found out that it's a.k.a BKM Lengan Dato' Siti. LOL). you know which baju kurung i'm talking about. wait let me show u a pic:


wear this baju on next Raya and you'll look like Raya Tahun Lepas.

which brings me back to my point - "fashionably late" seems to be an ongoing trend that doesn't seem to fade away with time. so they say that you can never go wrong with a little black dress, is it the same as being fashionably late?

here are a few assumptions (to you late-bloomers, these are written in the form of sarcasm):

1. to avoid looking too eager.

if you're invited for an open house at 2 o'clock, and you turn up at 2.oo on the dot, you will look kebuloq.

which reminds me of last week. i wanted to go for McZaftrak but there were no buses and the only mashruts that kept coming were the ones that go to Kalushkaya, so i changed plans and went to Kalushkaya instead. i arrived at 9.45 and the mall is only open at 10. there were 20+ other people waiting outside the mall (it was drizzling) and people were starting to be fidgety, some were walking to and fro, and many kept peeking inside although they already know that it's still 15 mins to go.

but then... when the guard finally unlocked the doors, everybody started walking so slowly (too slowly even) and made the most neutral faces, as if they don't really wanna go into the mall at all. okay, including me. this i must admit.


2. it's Janji Melayu-lah!

everybody's gonna turn up late (sometimes even the person who sets the appointment/meeting) anyway so there's no point in being on-time, kan?


3. you don't wanna go but you have to

it's gonna be booooring so you're hoping that people will start without you, and you'll only be there when it started half-way. save you from half of the misery.


4. the Grand Entrance

the coolest thing is how people look at you as you walk in through the door, interrupting whatever that they're doing. plus you don't look too eager, you don't have to wait for anyone and you saved some time from doing whatever they're doing before you got there.


anyway, i think if we could at least try to be on time, we could save ourselves from reasons no.1, no.2 and no.3. (but the mall... they're already on time. hihi) reason no.4 is seriously an issue of bad personality.

it's high time that we realize that there is nothing fashionable about being late. nobody likes to wait, so don't keep people waiting. you're not the only busy people on earth. everybody has matters to attend to, and all of us have the exact amount of hours in a day.

so yeah. it's so last season.

winter 'without' snow and "pork-flu".

i hate to start my post by talking about the weather (yawn) but it's really an inevitable topic if you're living in Moscow. though Mayor Luzhkov promised a winter 'without' snow, up until now everything still looks pretty normal to me, just like the previous years.

gah. time to dress up in bubbly furry bulky wrappy multi-layered outfits. and gloves (which cut down finger sensitivity and preciseness of movements by multiples). and tubs of body butter to avoid dryness that can eventually lead to sleepless nights due to itchiness.

recommended by me.

the plus-side would be i get to wear my Bearpaw! and sleep during winter is always good. and its the most strategic time to ganti puasa. hihi. i'm so gonna miss this next year.

it might be another case of late bloomer, but H1N1 a.k.a "pork-flu" (LOL. failed translation at its worst) just became a big issue here in Moscow. not really in the mood to find out the scientific explanation (as to why only now and not months earlier) of it right now but it might have to do with the season (again).

apparently the flu claimed its first victim a couple of weeks ago (if i'm not mistaken. saw the newspaper headline during a metro ride. feel free to correct me on this fact) and hostels are so-called being quarantined. lecturers are calling in sick, students as well. you sneeze in class, you'll be told to go home and not come on the next day. although staying home when you're sick isn't that much fun as staying home when the lecturer's the one who is sick. (hihihi)



okay i'm gonna pen off now. if you haven't, just take few mins to watch Cheburashka on youtube. trust me it's extreeeeeemely adorable. comot, tapi comel. will write about it later.

autumn, and night on the Dnieper.

Pervomaiskaya, Boulevard str.

sometimes the thought of going home for good in less than 9 months gives me more pressure than pleasure. so much to do, too little time. for instance, i barely had/took the time to appreciate the autumn and by now, it's already ending.

possible reasons:
1) it kinda rained all the time.
2) when i wasn't running late to the hospital, i am probably too hungry and couldn't think of anything else other than the simplest dish i can cook for the day.
3) i spend too much time underground in the metro (average 3 hours per day) my brain becomes too hypoxic to serve more than survival functions.
4) i suck at taking fotos. but i like 'polarizing' them :P

apple trees near the morgue in Pervomaiskaya. must taste good, no? :P

took this while walking to class. 5 mins to 9.

this week's kinda good anyway. 3 productive days in class (ehem) - i finally get over the fact that i hate Volov. he's okay when he's not making sexist remarks. plus i'm getting better at ECG (when i'm not confused), although he kept on failing us! we'll see on Monday. i bet he's not letting us go that easily.

yesterday i had some free time so i decided to go on a long-overdue planned trip to the Tretyakovskaya Gallery. (yawn, that's what i thought but whutevs, everybody's been saying that it's a must-visit) and hey! surprisingly, it was kinda good! i recommend it: if you need some time alone just by yourself, and you're short on money so shopping is not a possible option.

well actually i did some research beforehand and found an exhibition on modern art i'm interested in seeing but it turns out that it's not in Tretyakovskaya, but somewhere near Park Kultury (how would i know that Tretyakov's gallery is not only in Tretyakovskaya. LOL). so maybe next time.

anyway, i was already there at the gallery with 60-exhibition halls, plus the entrance fee was only 70 rubs so i thought, what the hey.. i had nothing else to do anyway.

here's my fave from the gallery (no fotos allowed, so i googled it up but trust me is not the same as the real thing). seriously, i swear it's almost magical.

"Ночь На Днепре", Куинджи А.И.
Night on the Dnieper by A.I. Kuindzhi

if you're happy.

this question was asked to us today: which is easier - to feel sad for other people's sadness, or to feel happy for other people's happiness?

kawan semasa senang, kawan semasa susah.

i'm happy if you're happy. really?

i took little time to ponder before i decide on my answer: it's easier for me to feel sad for people's sadness.

true, it's impossible to really put yourself in someone else's shoes and feel exactly the burden and suffering he/she is feeling, but the least we can do is feel sorry.

but being happy upon seeing other people's happy moment- i have to admit that i honestly cannot remember the last time i felt that way. at least not in my heart, though i might have said it out of custom.

i said it too many times but i just can't help but imagine that it could've been me instead in that picture, smiling.

i know, it's all been planned by Him, and we all have our parts of fortunes in different proportions and at different times and they can manifest themselves in the most unexpected ways.. but it's easier to be forgetful, no?

i am one jealous person. sometimes my jealousy eats me up from inside and i become this horrible, horrible, horrible angry person.

please, help me remind myself that despite everything, i still have it all.

thank You.


p.s. for this post, i thank Kak Saidah, Sab, Huda, Camp & Kak Syaz. <3

ear candy?

my fingers' been itching to update this blog but i can't think of anything sensible to say. so since i haven't blogged much on music these days, i'm just gonna do it the easier way. no, this isn't like those posts on Facebook; you know, the one where you put your iPod on shuffle and answer the questions with the title of the song that is playing. (although i've been wanting to try but since everyone seemed to have done it, it's kinda not fun anymore.)

so i made a playlist of some of the songs i keep playing on my iPod these past weeks.

enjoy!

chick-peas and labels.

sometimes a bit of a harsh word can be a little push and all the motivation you need. but i don't see it happening, at least not yesterday, and certainly not today. i should be shoving my face in books right now but the lazier part of me wants to continue being disheartened. or the somewhat disheartened part of me wants to keep being lazy. same difference, no?

a certain Volov might've pushed it too far into sarcasm and sexist jokes. i admit that since quite recently i have evolved into this monster who has minimal sense of humor (ask my dad), but i swear since birth i was never equipped with those involving sexist jokes. yes, i am a feminist and i believe in gender equality to a certain extent.

you know how people tend to put labels?

she doesn't know how to spell hemorrhagic! well of course, she's a blonde! she cant decipher the ECG, of course...sheesh! women and their decision making! is she even palpating the abdomen? geez, women doctors really don't know how to percuss.

people suck because they suck, they're ill-equipped or just plain ignorant. it might have something to do with hormones, that i admit but to blame it all every time on the XX chromosome is just too much. plus, PMS is not the excuse for everything, although we tend to over-use it. sometimes it's just the issue of personality and upbringing.

and for the record, i didn't bring the stacks of papers today not because i am a woman, but because i am a forgetful human being. in fact, i don't care about the papers at all. but to save myself and all womanhood, i will bring them tomorrow. just for you. and you can ask me to draw 'swans' on all of them as much as you can!

i know by now this entry could be used against me as a sign of me, a woman, reacting to a certain event by putting my emotions, fueled by my feminine hormones ahead of my chick-pea sized brain in my religiously-oppressed scarved head.

yes of course?

in case you're waiting for an update.

you know you're living in the 21st century when you cannot (or should i say it is impossible for you to) live without internet connection.

i had to spend one month without (proper) internet connection. proper meaning i can type this blog entry on my laptop while sitting on my bed while twittering and you-tubing and YM-ing in between.

so one month without internet. at times it was kinda liberating (cheh poyolah), of course, when it wasn't nerve-wrecking! there was a point one day when i said to my roommate, "i think i need help. as in a shrink". i swear i felt so bad that i thought i was up for the madhouse. (will save the story for some other time)

it's ridiculous how much free time i had when i was cut-off from the net! gasp. shows how much time i wasted online. i had time to do some serious studying (after i regained composure following a sudden episode of career-crossroad inner conflict that gave my parents a shock they never thought they'd get from me).

i went to a букбастер (bookbuster?)- which i love btw, and really took the time to browse around and ask for recommendations from the guy working there (just like in the movies, yeay! only the guy's not that cute), bought three classical bestsellers, two of them i've read and fell in love with. the last time i read a good book was last year, which was The Kite Runner. before that i was somewhat in a drought. for those of you who can bear with literature, go on and grab My Name Is Red by Orhan Pamuk and Master & Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov. as soon as i finish with M&M i'm gonna start with Dostoevsky's Crime & Punishment. will review later.

i wanna write more but i have to eat now. must be the weather causing this insatiable hunger. cheh, ayat! nway, memang lapar! ta!

Rejab.

today i'm gonna tell you a story on Rejab.

i was in the emergency department of Selayang Hospital for my summer attachment when an Atuk, apparently in his 70s was brought in. according to his grandson, Atuk blacked out after Zuhur prayers. so the doctor in-charge started asking questions to the Atuk to evaluate his GCS (Glasgow Coma Scale) score.

Doc: pakcik, buka mata pakcik.

no response.

Doc: pakcik dengar tak, pakcik?

no response.

Doc: pakcik, buka mata pakcik. pakcik dengar tak, pakcik????

he opened his eyes slightly.

Doc: pakcik, nama pakcik siapa?

"Osman", he uttered softly.

Doc: umur pakcik berapa pakcik?

silence.

Doc: pakcik tahu pakcik kat mana sekarang ni???

silence.

Doc: pakcik, hari ni hari apa pakcik?

silence.

Doc: sekarang ni bulan apa pakcik???

"REJAB".


i was stunned beyond words.

i don't know if you get what i mean, but i was stunned. well i think he could've easily said "bulan 7" or just kept silence but even in a confused state of mind, he remembered. i, on the other hand was totally unaware, ignorant even, that it was Rejab.

Rejab bulan Allah. Syaaban bulan Rasulullah. Ramadhan bulan ummat.

if i were to be in his shoes, if something happened to me, will i be able to remember? will i remember Him, or will i want to wake up for some other reasons?

if i forget even when i'm conscious, how can i remember when i'm not?

i am so busted. i forgot, when the most important thing to do is to remember, with every breath and every heartbeat and every pulse. remember, remember, remember. remember Him.

like all things, first we remember with our brains. sooner or later, we'll remember with our hearts. so when the brain is confused, our hearts still remember.

dear God, help me remember.

thank you, Pakcik Osman for reminding me. i hope you've recovered.

:)

good stuffs.

wow. it's been a while and i guess by now all news is already old news. i'm back in the land of the Tsars and grumpy cashiers.

so far today's awesome. i just got up, thinking it's only 9-ish when it's actually 12! that was a good sleep, except for the bit where i had a dream that JPA's gonna cut my scholarship because i come from luar bandar. stupid dream. hahahha. sorry, lame i know.

there's this event at the hospital (hospital 15 looks great btw! flowers everywhere and there's even something that looks like a miniature Kremlin/Taj Mahal in the garden. i wonder..heh) so we got exempted from class. yeay. supposedly we have to go to the library to get our books, but it turns out that we can't do that until the 7th. and i'm still waiting for my lecturer to e-mail me the assignments. so as for now i'm free. hence the blogging.

summer holidays was good. not many plans materialized but better things happened. call it ad-hoc or last minute, i guess spontaneity is more fun. provided that you're not a lousy planner. yea i think i'm "quite capable" in that department. haha.

so the much-awaited Langkawi happened, with only the 3 of us. and i can say that Langkawi is my favorite place on earth right now. we played tourist to the max. well as for me it's like going back to my roots and i kinda enjoy the fact that i can speak Kedah with everyone (except when we went to Laman Padi. feels weird touring the bendang considering the fact that my ancestors are pesawah). it was a very liberating feeling.

food's superb and super cheap! i bet Sya's still thinking of Haji Ramli's Nasi Goreng and the lobster we didn't have. as for me, the Ketam Sambai Teloq really hit the spot. sigh. ketam is the only thing i cannot eat in Moscow. crabstick is so not equivalent to crabs.

so dig this girls: if u have a chance to go holidaying with just your girlfriends, just go for it! take advantage of all the gatal guys and get all the perks. haha. smile accordingly and RM120 might just become RM95. hihihi. i'm so badddd.

as for me, the highlight was when i countered my utmost fear of height. i went parasailing! i told the tauke that it's one thing that i will never do but somehow he succeeded in making me do it. and guess what? i think the cable car is freakier than parasailing. i flew like a bird! it's amazing to have only the air separating you from the ocean beneath you. and have the winds touching your face and make noises in your ears. not frightening at all. i wanna do it again.

anyway, when people ask me if i can swim, usually i'd say no. really, i don't consider my swimming as a awimming. i attended swim classes when i was in primary school but by the time i could swim breast stroke, i got lazy and quit. so i cannot swim freestyle. but somehow when this diver guy asked me during our trip to Pulau Payar (1 hour ferry ride from Langkawi, in which we "hijacked" the captain's room and tried driving the ferry! thanks to the gatal Langkawi fellas) i said i can swim. haha.



so he asked me if i wanted to join another snorkeling trip at a somewhat better spot where i could see Nemo and stuffs. the girls declined but i really wanted to go. so i was the only Malay girl on the trip which consisted of mostly Mat Sallehs. so when we arrived, all the Mat Sallehs removed their life jackets and dived into the water. i was like, OH MY GOD do i have to take off my jacket? i suck at stamina, i told Diver Guy (forgot to ask his name, so rugi!). he said nvm, i can just hold on to the pelampungs if i'm tired, because the current's strong and it will be quite hard to swim back to the boat later on. so i was like wth and jumped into the ocean without the jacket. i never knew that it's easier without it. i think i can tell people that i swim now. haha! it was a great feeling, knowing that you can do things that you thought you cannot.

it was a wow for me. next year i'm gonna try scuba diving pulak.

then we went to the spa. none of us had any experience whatsoever. i told the girls that the last thing i'd do is the massage because human contact is just not my thing. so we opted for this 'tropical fruit body wrap', and OMG i so regretted it. it was human contact all the way. should've just done facial treatment. gahh. the girls liked/loved the wrap treatment, but not me. gah. but the place was good. and the guy looked like Jackie Chan. the tauke, i mean. not the masseuse. the masseuse is of course, female or else i'd run away before everything.

i have many more good things about Langkawi in my mind but i'll save it for some other time. who knows, i might just live there one day. hihi. i could use the tan.




and i had the best company of friends throughout the holidays. i really love you all. you know who you are. albeit short, i enjoyed the chats and jokes over dinner and buka puasa. and the movies. and thank you Hala for the ticket incidence. that was super-hillarious. one for the memory. too bad i cannot raya with you guys :(

i gtg now. next time remind me to tell you about Abu Dhabi. and the Post Office. and the Rejab Pakcik.

ta!

<3

stranger than you.

why do strangers feel like our own?

sometimes i'm more like myself when i'm around people who don't know me. i talked more to a hairdresser i went to for the first time than some people i call friends. or maybe that didn't count coz she is indeed, on the talkative side.

i speak more naturally to certain people i was never directly involved with, whereas there are a few who i see and spend time with on a daily basis who i will automatically avoid riding the elevator with, to avoid those awkward moments of silence. with these people, three is never a crowd. the more, the merrier. i'm still trying to figure out why. well one guess is that they're too un-talkative. or maybe i just can't get their jokes.

come the holidays there'll be places to go, and people to see. some will go against all odds to meet up again and again, using the smallest excuse as a reason. and it's so much fun that you go home smiling, wishing you'd have those kinds of moments again.

we'd call each other sisters, and we know too much about each other. and we'd wish each other on our birthdays, and anniversaries too.

but why do our own feel like strangers?

what do the ties of blood give us these days? most times, headache. and dramas we'd discuss over and over with our pacts. pacts? pacts. and different renditions of the same event emerged, and the hero depends on who's telling the story.

i thought blood gives us the power to love unconditionally. maybe we love each other too much that we ended up hurting. we knew too well that we'll always be connected that we never bothered to do anything about it. we thought birth and marriage and death might bring us together, which it did, but only literally.

we fight over things that are not worth it. it's so not worth it to a point of being ridiculously funny.

and we'd find excuses not to meet up. and when we do, it's our conscience that's doing all the talking, and not our emotions. we did it because it was supposed to be done, and not because we love to.

sometimes i fear that things i say might be used against me, and the people i speak for. hence i kept quiet. but silence make 5 minutes feel like forever. sometimes i wanna go places, call people, give them presents but seeing how certain things go, i ended up doing nothing and speaking to noone.

ask me now but i don't know all of their names. but ask me about some strangers i call friend and i can tell you a thing or two about them, maybe even more. maybe even too much.

where did we go wrong? i used to play blissful in ignorance but nowadays i can't afford to be ignorant anymore. so i can just sigh.

sigh.

one two three.

1.
first man on The Moon, Neil Armstrong
first man on Everest, Edmund Hillary
Presidents, Prime Ministers, Olympic gold medalists, Nobel prize winners.

we talk about the Number Ones, we remember them, we're asked about them in tests, quizzes.

how many of us know who's the second man on The Moon? Buzz Aldrin. the second to reach Everest's peak? Tenzing Norgay. although it's been said that initially Aldrin was the chosen one to step on the moon first (don't know exactly how but they changed the plan so Armstrong ended up going first), and Hillary and Norgay were only six feet apart from each other when they reached the peak. (hence some sources saying that they ascended together, and claimed them to be 'the first men')

so they're still number 1.

2.

we seldom remember Vice Presidents, Deputy Prime Ministers. in a country like Malaysia, one might get a Datukship and have his name remembered for winning a silver medal in the Olympics. but in other countries who are giants in the games?

so Richard Branson said that "to be second choice means nothing". people forget people who's nearly there at being #1, those who nearly won, the runner-ups, the nominees. we hardly see the second person because he's under the shadow of the first person. so most times #2 is as good as any other number.

what about number 3?

they say that three is a crowd. all the animals went on-board Noah's Ark in pairs. 3 is not even, it is odd. it's unbalanced, it's not Yin and Yang.

i thought number 1 is too much of a responsibility and too full of expectations, and number 2 is good enough for me. then the world made me realize that it's true, that you have to aim at the stars to land on the moon.

i have always been number 3, and still am. i'm the crowd, the odd one out.

and i'm tired.

mangkuk tingkat.

so how do you spell "sia"? ok i think i just spelled it. but that's not how you pronounce it. and i don't know how to explain how it sounds like in writing. all i can say is it involves (i think la, not so sure) producing the sound through a complex pathway up the nose. or something.

i know u guys are blur. most of you call it the Mangkuk Tingkat. but where i came from, we call it "sia".

nway the Mangkuk Tingkat was just a random discussion i had with Hadi earlier today.

mangkuks aside.

why is it, when you live abroad, and you come home for a short break, everyone expects you to visit, but the same people who live less than an hour apart from each other don't even bother to do so?

this seems vague but if i write it clearer it would be too obvious and i know some of you are reading.

so i'm doing it because my mom taught me to. and because my mom's parents taught her to teach me to.


p.s wait till we move to the Perkampungan Orang Asli in Serendah. i bet noone will come for a visit. or maybe you'll come for the air terjun.

refresh button, cat-stampedes and pain(t) job.

so it's been what? two weeks since i'm home. was so malas to do anything non-related to home and family. hence not buying a simcard until later last week. so the iPhone became the iPod touch for quite some time. i have to tell you, i kinda miss those days when it's harder to keep in touch. all these IT stuff is giving mankind a lot of pressure when it comes to friendships/relationships. these days you have no excuses for not updating each other. it's all about the beeps and the buzzes. and not forgetting, the refresh button.

(Abah's cat Gopen just came into the room and is staring at me right now. haih.)

speaking of cats, sometimes i feel like i'm in a safari in our own house. especially when the cats are hungry. they're like a herd of ____(insert African animal here), stampeding their way into the kitchen. the babies are cute, and not to mention very curious. i managed to give two of them (Kimi and Niko) a bath. Mika escaped the treatment. that brat needs some taming to do. hihi. but Kimi and Niko are both warming up to me. (i perasan-ly think laaa).

oh! and last week in the midst of MJ's death, our very own Kimi performed The Moonwalk! how i wish we could've recorded a video of it. it would've been viral on YouTube.

but the mothers (Gopen, Atsko and Anggun) - those three i get easily furious with. partly because they're no fun. (Abah would disagree) they just eat and make babies. i think in cat years, Gopen would already be considered a golden citizen. she's flabby all over, scars and her breath sounds like snores. wait till she sneezes - everything comes out. yet, she gave birth to another 3 kittens last week. Mak said that she's the hooker-kat in this street. LOL. that explains it.

my room is officially not condusive to live in. the thing is we siblings switched rooms so my new room is painted blue. so NOT my color if you know me lah kan. so it's under a sub-total makeover. sub-total coz i can't do anything about the built-in cabinets. but they're good. i need the storage volume anyway. the IKEA stuffs are coming tomorrow evening and i can't wait. plus with the new paint job (i did some painting and got blisters on my palms and suddenly i had second thoughts about my initial color choice. so i think i'm gonna hire a real painter for the job. and get some pro advice on the palette). hope i'd get to enjoy the new room before i go back to Moscow.

currently i only have a rough idea on what to do for the rest of the holidays. got places to go, and people to see. we're supposed to go to Kuantan tomorrow but plans were changed. (p.s. my mom's a busy woman now. not that she wasn't already). but anyway, i think i'm ready for some socializing so drop me a line.

ta!

trains of thoughts.

a month without updates! well there's too many things to manage lately (does fb/twitter/tumblr count?). well twitter is a good challenge to me, coz i have to express myself in a mere 140 characters. and that is not much. and fb notes, i love them for the responses i get. thank you to you who responded to my cryptic notions. have fun deciphering them. *wink*

so i'm done with two exams so far and will be sitting for the final one on saturday (or is it?). barely started. why? coz the girls and i buat kerja (not so) gila and went to St. Pete for a getaway. so it was my third time. will i ever get bored of it? i don't think so. maybe not. i love St. Pete. maybe because it's near from Moscow but it's not Moscow. like when you live in KL and you go for a holiday in Pangkor or something. except St P isn't an island. but you get what i mean.

but then again. it isn't so much about the place. it's the people, kan? when you go to the same place with different people, the experience is different.

oh oh oh! i have to tell you this. i am so jakun. it was my first time on an old-skool overnight train with those bunkbeds. it was so much fun! although i have to admit that it was a very awkward experience. i made some notes on my phone. wait, i'll upload them now. gimme a min.

and i got my happy ending at last. i ignored all the pakciks and makciks as well as the beby. tak nak tido sudah. then i fell asleep, so as the baby behind me (it think. or maybe i was too tired).

oh wait let me upload a couple of snaps of how the cubicles look like.


nway the guy i met at the hostel told me that the train Moscow-St. P is way better than the Trans-Siberian train he took. can't imagine. well i guess maybe Trans-Siberia is not for a girl lah. at least not for me.

Helsinki next year?

:)

mango.

Thai mango. 219 rubs (around RM23) per fruit. sebijik. not that surprising i know. but it made me homesick. huhuhu.

can't wait to be home. :)