The truth hurts, always.

Every where, everyone keeps on posting about the memories of 2011. I cannot believe that 2011 is coming to an end already. I have not fully enjoyed 2011 and if there's one word to describe this year, it would be an 'eye-opener'year. Or should I say that this particular December has been an 'eye-opener' month? 

This past four weeks have been one hella of a month. I've been a lazy student, ignorant friend and a bad daughter. I just did not enjoy this December as much as I tried to. Okay chup, I should divide this post into two because I did actually enjoy my last day of class with my classmates but that's besides the point of this post. 

I had deep conversations with two persons tonight. One is with my mother. Lately, I've been throwing tantrums at her with no reasons. Well, I've got my own reasons but I guess after hearing her explanations, I owe an apology to her. I should have been more understanding, I should have listened to her closely and put my judgement aside.  I was being so stubborn that I wanted to win. It's not so much about winning but more to explaining what I am feeling. After I've let out my feelings, I forgot about how it would affect my mother. I said I am 22 years old, but tonight I realized I've acted like I am 10 years old. The only difference is I don't shout in the malls when I don't get things my way. I should have been more mature and yet I am not. So, I guess, I need someone to tell me off and let me see things from a different perspective. Frankly, I am so scared of having my own child because if I am a monster, then I would not want to be creating little monsters in the future. I should really think about this before I claim to be a 22 year old. I'm afraid that my actions are from the accumulation of resentments that I've had but on what basis am I having all these resentment and anger? I've got everything that I need. Maybe not what I want but mostly everything that I need. 

The second conversation was with a dear friend. A friends that is willing to tell me something hurtful yet it is the truth. No one wants to hear something that is not pleasant to our ears but you've got to be brave enough to swallow the truth. I'm not brave enough to accept the truth, so I've been postponing any events that might lead me to hearing the truth. I avoid deep conversation that might get me into trouble with  my own mind. I avoid them completely. Instead, I put in fantasy and fairy tales in my mind. Way better that way and I get to sleep at night. My problems are trivial, I know. There are people who can barely make it for the day. I need to feed my brain with these kind of images, so that I am more thankful for having such a life. 

I told my mom that I'm thankful for every second of my life and for everything that I have in life. She replied "Yes, I know that you are thankful but sometimes, your actions show otherwise" or something along those line.

So, how's this to end your 2011? I need to sit and think deeply because this was indeed, a big tight slap on the face and I am not ashamed to admit it.

"You will always wish that you knew what you know now when you were younger. You will surely wish you acted upon the knowledge that you know now when you will be in the grave."

Over.

I want to blog about a lot of things but it doesn't seem like its the perfect timing but I want to able to look back at this date and remember that this is my last week to go to class as a Degree student. Four and a half years of going in and out of class with the same faces, I reckon I will cry on the day of our departure :(

The start of a new year.

A public holiday for all the people who despise Monday, truly its a gift for everyone. Slept at about 1am last night, I decided it should be an early day for me today. I woke up forcefully, prayed before the sun went up and went for a morning walk before it was too hot. Its 28th of November and here I am, in the middle of the semester.  The long weekend went by like a breeze. We bid Saturday with the introduction of our Financial Accounting assessment and I bet we're saying goodbye to our 3 day weekend with the same thing. Awkward timing, bizarre encounters along the way. I felt a bit weird last night, I don't know where the weirdness came from but I embraced it. I tried to embrace it well. It's been too long for me to be affected by it. I've gotten a grip of myself, I've been cured. I got the message, it was delivered well. But, nothing will change. 

So, have a great year ahead, Muslims. It's the little things that count. One, two and three. Read in between the line and don't make assumptions. Enjoy the rest of the year guys. 

The 10000th day of going to class.

Cool morning breeze.
Cold morning shower.
Messy bed and wrinkled shirt.
Hot iron with tangled strings.
Fresh radio sound and clear morning news.
Baby steps on the stairs.
Roaring sound of the engine. 
Heavy traffic with hungry student.
Hopeful heart,scouting for that one spot.
There's no parking spot left.
You day ends there. 
Back to the messy bed, sleeping with your wrinkled shirt,again.

#goodbyeonetreehill

One can do so much.
One can think so much.
One can laugh so much.
One can cry so much.
One can sleep so much.
One can eat so much.

But can one study,love and pray too much?

Adamant.

Definition found after two seconds of typing it on Google ; Refusing to be persuaded or to change one's mind.

In this case, its the heart. Not the mind. Adamant. Adamant. Adamant. The fourth time that I'm repeating this, it looks like Adam + Aiman = Adamant. Okay lame joke but if you say it out loud. Ay-de-men. Right? Haha. Adamant. Swear I don't know why I am so adamant about it this time around. Hard as a rock, adamant as it is. 

Dum dum dum.

               This is how she looks like right now, or even bigger now :)

11th of November, I just missed it.

12th of November 2011.

There goes my chance of writing something on a very beautiful date that comes only once in a hundred years. I spent the whole day complaining about my neck. I reckon it is due to the long hours of sitting in front of the laptop and the wrong sleeping position. I was too tired to care about the way I sleep. A bed. That's all I need. Other than that, I spent the half of the day in front of the laptop again, typing out my report of JIT(puke blood), mocking other people on Twitter and when the night arrived, I went out with my Mom and my sister. Later, I hung out with a few friends and came back home, straight to the laptop again. As I am describing this, I feel like I am a dork. 

Coming back to a comfortable surroundings, there's nothing more lovely than this. At the beginning of my holiday, my parents made the decision to put a stand on my future. Oh yes, you read that correctly. My future but they are willing to sponsor me, so it just became our future. Haha. I don't see the reason why I should oppose to such wonderful idea. I get to touch, smell and read more books in the next one and a half year. Decision has been made. I shall only follow. Its a bonus points for me actually. I can postpone any thoughts about the future. Just delay off the important things. 

But of course, things come with its own pros and cons. I might be jealous when my friends can spend their own hard earned cash and here I am, I have to ask my parents for everything, still. Ah, this is all still in the planning and I hope God will bless this simple plan of mine and make everything easy, or at least bearable for me to go through. 

Grow up, that's the only way to go.

It's the holiday! It's the holiday! Yea, one can keep chanting, only to find out that its already the 4th day of the holiday! We are left with only 5 day and tonnes of assignments to be done. YIKES! Pushing that serious matter aside, I hope it's not too late for me to wish Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha to all the Muslims out there, be it in Malaysia, or anywhere else in the world, especially to those who are performing their Hajj. They are lucky enough to be there :') 

My family tradition on my dad's side regarding Raya Haji is a bit lighter, compared to my mom's side. We don't really comply to any tradition, food may be served differently every year, sometimes we get duit raya, sometimes we don't, and you can not wear baju kurung on the day itself. It's normal. At least, I think it is. But one tradition remains the same, whereby the village will always hold its annual korban celebration. I've been watching cows get slaughtered ever since I was small. I would go and see it live and back then, I wasn't so afraid and scared to see such things. Probably because I was young and careless. Now, I am not young and I care-more. True story, sad story. 

Raya Haji is actually about sacrifices. What kind of sacrifices do you make? What kind of sacrifices have I made? Not an easy list to fill up, not an easy matter to think of. I sacrificed my wants, for others needs. Sure, I can say that but what have I done? I sleep less these days, to make way for more studying? Pfttt. Well, I sacrificed my sleeping time in class, to make sure that I listen in class and not to offense the lecturer by sleeping. Haha what kind of sacrifice is that? 

To be honest, I've got other things on my mind lately. Probably I shouldn't write it, I know I shouldn't but I guess we are all big enough to face our problems, rather than sweeping it under the carpet and the dusts keep on accumulating. Bullying, and I mean, any kind of bullying. I am the second child, out of four and the eldest one is a brother, a 26 year old brother. Bullying, teasing and fooling around are normal in my upbringing. True. My brother calls me Gemok, Kerinting, Maggi and all other stuffs since I was small. I am offended by it? Sometimes but if I were to take it seriously, what's the fun of it? So, I just take it as a way of to communicate. Of course we don't go by everyday by saying, Oh, I love you brother. I love you sister. Dushhhh. No way but I guess by him teasing me, its enough to let me know that he cares. Weird. So now, the table is turned. He's fatter than before. So I call him fat. He gets really offended by it. The same goes to my little brother. Both of them are men. Not just boys. They gained a few kilos and muscles can be seen everywere. Fat, too. For them to be calling me fat, that's fine. For me to be calling them fat, that's an insult. PFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! 

Many other things that have been happening around me lately. Things that I cannot comprehend. Things that when I look back, I cannot connect the dots, somehow. It doesn't jive. You bully other people, that's fine but when it is your turn to be teased and bullied, you sulk all the way. Bullying is wrong, not matter what but sometimes, its a way for us to be close. It has always been that way. I guess certain lines of limitations ought to be drawn and sometimes, we do cross the invisible line. This is a very subjective matter. What hurts me, might not hurt you. 

Serious matter. I hate it when I am being bullied especially by this certain someone. The mop is calling me. Chow!

When reality and fantasy don't mix well.

With that small brain that we are all given with, I bet all of us have this perfect life that we have created inside it. I did create one, I still have it inside my brain but I know, all I can do is imagine, plan and pray that it all goes according to plan. My definition of a perfect life doesn't mean that I go through it with no obstacles but I hope to face those obstacles and make it on time for the next plan that I have made ahead. A concept that is hard to comprehend? Yes, but I bet some people do get the gist of what I am saying. 

Lately, the topic about who do you want to be after you graduate has been lingering on every one's mind. Of course. You can't run away from this topic. You can delay it, by saying you're going to further your study again, by taking professional papers and such but when you're done with it, aren't you suppose to face the reality and start to think about your career? Unless, you're from a well-off family, money is no problem, and your parents are willing to support you till the day you die. But for most of us, we don't get that kind of privilege. Cold hard fact about reality. I don't hate auditors. That's a fact. Do I admire them? I do. Do I want to be like them? I do. Do I have the guts/courage/strength/such characteristic for me to even think that I can be one? I don't think so. Do I want to be a banker? I kinda like the idea of me being one. A businesswoman? Yea, I've been toying with the idea for a while. I want to work with a telco company right? Or any GLCs? Well, am I even qualified enough to be accepted in that society?  With all these question in mind, I think I should just continue with my professional papers.

This topic sucks. Of course. But  at the end of the day, I guess its just about who will accept you in their firm. I can tell you my ambition, my career path that I have planned out in detail but what if the company that I want to work with rejects me? So, my back up plan is to go back to my previous internship company but what if, they doesn't want me there? Oh my, I wonder where is my instinct at times when I need it. So, at the end of the day, its not so much about what you want isn't it, but its about what you'll get.

Just like in choosing a guy. You can list down all the physical characteristics, social attributes and personal skills that you want but when the right guy comes along, all you can do is just cross everything off from the list. I like guys with facial hair, straight hair, speaks good English, fair, dark features, jaw line, not calculative, someone that will be approved by my mother but then...... I don't think the guy that I like has any of these characteristics except...... but yea, the list is out of the window. Erm, this is out of the topic isn't it? Is it even related? Hahaha.

I was just in the mood to write. So, might as well put everything in one post. Sakit otak pikir pasal masa depan. Especially uncertain future. At least its something that you can work on.. Improve yourself. Oh, time to hit the books. Minggu depan exam. Haha. 

Be there, be here.

Sometimes when a friend needs to talk to you, she just wants to talk. Sure, some would want you to voice out your opinion on that matter but most of the time, if she doesn't ask for it, then she just wants you to listen to it. She just wants you to lend her your shoulder just in case, she needs to cry. Sometimes, by you saying something you may be provoking it. Maybe. Don't say hurtful things just to get even. Have some mercy. I'm just saying.

She's very beautiful.

One says go North,
One says go East.
I am going up.

October, you were awesome last year.

So many things to say, I have no idea where to start. So, I guess by posting this picture, I can summarize things up. So, its obvious now that I fancy guys with a little bit of facial hair. Just some facial hair. Not body/chest hair. So, I think I should start writing serious matter now. So, I'll move on to the next paragraph now. 

One month into my final semester, things have been moving awkwardly slow. Other classes are complaining how busy they are and we can still run to the cinemas and karaoke lounges for some movies and singing actions.  I guess it is how you manage your time. Kekeke. Or maybe not. It all depends on which lecturer do you get this semester. As for now, I am thankful for the timetable and the lecturers that we got for our classes, except of course, for one particular lecturer that teaches one of our core paper *cough killer paper cough*.

And oh! The most important thing that I would to share here is...... the lifts at the Faculty are mostly under maintenance, hence the morning-stairs-climbing activity in order for you to get to class on time. It's a good cardiovascular exercise I reckon but frankly, if one wants to do it, one would have done it with a proper attire like sweat pants and sports shoes. Not slippers, cardigans and 7.9kilograms worth of Audit and Strategic Management colourful and cheerful notes. Oh, you noticed the sarcasm. Pardon myself. I am just annoyed with the fact that I am jumping from reading class to another one but of course, sometimes, the calculator made its appearance and of course, on the days that the calculator is needed, I forgot to bring it to class. Thus, I am still not a satisfied student. 

What else can I complain? Nothing much I guess. Life has been fine, with a few glitches, here and there of course.

Have a good weekend everyone. It's short but it doesn't mean you can't stretch it out :) 

A bit of everything.

I counted. I was home for 43 days and this marks my last night at home for this holiday. I like to do countdowns. Yes, I do. When I am happy, I count and when I am not happy, I still count. 

And this is my last night at home. 11 hours before, I was beyond excited to go back to Shah Alam. The idea of going back to class makes my heart tingle a bit and just the thought of climbing the stairs of Menara makes me want to dance a bit, instead of cringe a lot. But that was 11 hours ago, before I realized that I am leaving my little sister alone with my parents. An experience that I didn't have to go through while I was growing up since I had my other siblings and my cousins staying with me. She was being an angel today as I am still a bit down with fever. I had a glass of water and I wanted more. Just when I was just about to open my mouth, she went down right away and got me a glass of water. She's going to miss me and I am going to miss her. I love you, Adek ;-*

I am still excited to go back, though. Its a start of 6 months before I hit the end. Sucks just thinking about it. 

Raya was just like any other Raya but it felt like a really laid back Raya. We didn't go out to visit any houses around Batu Pahat but we managed to continue the legacy of sleeping after lunch. It was executed well as the ones at home had more space and the ones that slept at the hotel had air-conds. Haha. Alhamdulillah, my duit Raya collection exceeded its expectation and last year's benchmark. I guess, you ought to have a benchmark if this is your last duit raya :( And next year, would be the first year where I will be giving out instead of receiving it. Hmmmmm. There shall be a post on that one and how I feel about it. Hehehehe. Late night visits to Mamak and Ramly proceeded well and eventhough all of us have grown up to be tall and big, we still managed to fit into the same old Unser. Hehe. I'm so proud of all of you :) Other than finding out that I am allergic to squid this Raya, all other things are fine. 

What else? The holidays have been a good one. I don't think I did quarrel with my mom. I hang out with my friends on the nights that were possible for me to hang out. I like our last hang out the other day on the 8th of Raya, though it was like a partial gathering. 

It was a great holiday for me, indeed. This posts sounds like someone who was forced to write. I guess, I better write than wondering what did I do for the past 43 days. I did a lot of things, and some shall just remain in my memory :) 

Selamat Hari Raya.

Keep your brain sane because it's gonna have to function well this Monday. 

Peace!

Odd numbered night that fell on a Friday :)

The internet seems to be having a love hate relationship with all the members in the house right now. It'll appear for 30 minutes and then, it'll just magically disappear. It's not funny when you have typed lots of stuff or especially when you're bored. 

I thought we're leaving for Penang today but turned out, Mom still has got her hantaran to be settled. Hence, I am still at home. It's no surprise actually. Every year, Mom will be super busy one day before we leave for Penang. The house will be in a chaotic mode and everyone will be stressed out. I'm 22 years old now. I should be adapting well by now. The normal scene would be, Mom is still caught up with her craft work like Raya hampers, hantaran, flowers bouquet and sometimes, baby sets. Dad will just be like any normal dad. He'll be sending the car to the mechanic to check on the temperature, tires and stuffs. I will be handling the house, cleaning up, running all minor errands and the rest will just do their things like pack their stuffs and all. To bicker and argue or get scolded around this time, is a normal thing. People scream when they are tired I guess and especially when they are hungry. 

I dare not go out of the house during these times, though I really want to. Thank goodness I did go out yesterday and I've met with everyone that is available in town and wished them 'Selamat Hari Raya'. We should have taken a group photo yesterday but everyone was so hungry that everyone gobbled their food in silent mode. We enjoyed our seafood in such tranquility. Haha. Except for the 4 guys behind us, they talked non stop. Later on, Puteri joined us for drinks but our main mission to start the fireworks did not come true because AlorStar has been raining non stop. Its so cold right now, I might have thought that we're in London right now :P 

But all in all, it has been a great 26 days of Ramadhan. Up till this day, I haven't eaten any fast food for my buka puasa meal. How awesome is that?  And oh, before I forget, I would like to wish Hannah a happy 22nd birthday. This girl will be leaving us again, for the second time for London, again. Again, dude? London is not that cool alright? With all the riots, I hope you take care and rent a huge big room for me to come over and visit you :P 

Enjoy the rest of the Ramadhan, people! 

Am I the only who is not excited about Raya? Sorry cousins, but I am not. Having to go through the journey of visiting 3 states in 3 days? God, it is tiring. The only part that I am excited and looking forward to is, meeting the family members but other than that, the cleaning part, I am not thrilled about it.

I guess I should not be all selfish and think about the time that I have now, to spend with both of my grandmothers. I am, but thinking about the other things, makes me restless.

Tomorrow will be the last day with my friends before I make a move and leave for Penang, KL and Johor. I hope tomorrow will be a splendid day as we are going to Kuala Perlis for seafood for buka puasa. The plan after that is to play fireworks. Let's hope it all works out well.

Hope you guys are having enjoying the last bits of Ramadhan and just in case I don't have time to wish you, here it goes.

Selamat Hari Raya and Maaf Zahir Batin. I really mean it :) Have a good hari Raya!

You got me.

Forever I will be envious of you,
To be getting a chance I never had.
To be his choice, when I was only his option.
To be his priority, when I was only his spare time.
To be his number one, when I was never even in his chart.
To be in his heart, when I was never even on his mind.
To be apart of his future, when I was only in his past.
To be apart of his days, when I'm only in it during the holidays,
And, to be apart of his plans, when I was never in it in the first place.

Envy, that was the word to describe all of it.
Happy, I really was happy for him.
Devastated, because I thought I was making him happy.

But, I never did interrupt. Never.
Forever I will be envious of you for being the lucky one to win over his heart.
Consider yourself lucky.
You had your chance but you let it slip.
So, just be thankful that you did
And stop blaming me for all your misery.
Because I never did.


God, things happened aeon ago. 

I bet Gordo didn't know about this.

Third post for the night, call me a freak. I don't mind. Last Sunday, Hilary Duff tweeted that it's her first anniversary with Mike Comrie and..... baby makes three! I basically grew up with Hilary Duff and this news means, Lizzie McGuire is pregnant. Hahaha. Some says she's a slut for being pregnant at 23 years old. Pfttt, the Americans. She's turning 24 next month. Get a grip of yourself. She got married first, the she got knocked up. Yeah, I am being defensive. It's Hilary Duff. 

So, congrats Hilary and Mike. I can't wait to see your little baby :) 

Ps : This is a compulsory post. Engagement, done. Wedding, done. Now, baby time. I feel like I'm going to be an aunt. A virtual aunt. Haha. What a way to show my bimboness. Woohooo! Pfttt!

Flipping through my old documents.

"Here I am, standing in front of a mirror. Looking through it, transparently.  Who I am now and who I was months ago, are two separate entities. I vowed to myself, with an open heart, that I’ll keep learning about myself. Not a promise I made to another soul, just a promise I kept to myself, quietly. A sense of independency I pride to have with less intensity in everything I strike to own. My pride is a priority in everything I do with an honor I hold on to, all the time. I am not willing to sacrifice my stands and beliefs. Rarely did I walk with a sorrow heart. My head held up high, always prepared for the undiscovered truth. Honesty does pay some days. Tightly, I grabbed those opportunity that stood perfectly in front of me, with no hesitation. I crumpled my devastation and threw it in a wide ocean. Little wisdom words accompanied me all the way in my journey of life. My heart stopped pumping a few times, due to some rare events. Never did I admit that most of the time, words eat me up slowly and deadly. My confidence level rolled like a ball.  Sometimes it is way up high, but most of the time, it is downwards. The world goes round, without the slightest doubt. I posed myself as someone who can walk and stand tall but little do they know, I’m crying inside like a baby. The world doesn’t view someone smart as gorgeous. I am far from pretty but at least, I have brains to back me up. I adore material things but clearly, life’s more than that. It’s just a way to measure your greediness when the rest of the world is suffering. Life is so much more than that. Wish I could change the world but I’m pulling my strength just to get through a day of chaos. The pretty people have an invisible pass to stay on top of the game and the opposite, oh well, more towards the end. Call me shallow or dumb,  that’s how the world works. I didn’t set the rule nor do I really play by the rule."

27 April 2010. 

11.53am.

A broken heart can do wonders. 

Time flies.

2.36am, 19 Ramadhan. 

Selamat berpuasa folks. Its a bit late, but at least we have 10 more days to go right? 10 more precious days to go in this holy month. Every year, I vow to myself that this Ramadhan will be better than the year before but I've been skipping my terawikh, I think I should be punished. I've got 10 more days to improve and I should be good. 

Frankly speaking, this Ramadhan feels slightly different or maybe, a lot different. I am at home for 30days and not just a few days. For the past four years, fasting month means dragging your lazy ass to class, being extra hyper when you go to the bazaar with your friends, dragging your full tummy to the mosque, waking up your friends and yourself for Sahur and blaming terawikh for the unfinished assignments the next day. Haha. And of course, copying your friend's assignment in class, the next day. 

I miss those times where we would drive to the mamaks and Nasi Lemak SS22 in PJ at the wee hours for sahur. I miss going to the bazaar with my classmates and not knowing what to buy on the 7th day of Ramadhan. I miss having gatherings during weekends with my family for Iftar. I miss seeing all the sleepy faces during Sahur. I miss having little gatherings with my Kedah friends especially since Ramadhan always comes around at the end of the semester, we are all tied up with work and to gather everyone is such a challenge but we always manage to pull through. I miss going to class and talk about what to eat and quarrel with my fellow classmates on who's turn it is to pick the restaurant. I just miss Shah Alam. And oh, I miss going to Masjid Shah Alam for terawikh and then we will all be swooning over the hot guys wearing baju Melayu and they all look so wangi. Hehe. Talk about killing two birds with one stone :) 

So, I think you get the point. I miss Shah Alam. I just wish that I realized that the last Ramadhan that I had with them was actually the last one that I'll ever have with them. I mean, it's the last one that we have while we are studying because like it or not, we are not going to see each other as much when the next Ramadhan makes an appearance. Just a sign that we are growing too fast. Too, too fast.

Urgh.

I am not in the mood because of the blog's layout. Should I make a new blog? But I love this one too much.

My advice to you;

Please don't be a jerk when you grow up because with that look, you can break lots of hearts little boy. I'll hold your hands forever if that is a promise that you're not going to be one :P

Next destination; Seoul, Korea

Never in a million years would I thought that I would want to go to Korea with my own consent, but it just shows the power of peer pressure! Hehe. I knew my friends were going as they have bought tickets since November last year and I did ask my mom for her consent in November but somehow I failed because at that time that I asked her, she was watching tv. So I stopped trying. Then, two weeks before they were going, Hannah said she wanted to follow and when I heard that, I freaked out! I wanted to follow too! I was still doing my internship at that time but luckily I had no work that needs to be done.

The sneaky little me did her magic on her brother and got to use her last FOC ticket with my friends in Seoul :D The funny thing about this trip is, ever since we all became close during our Diploma days, we have always wanted to go on a trip somewhere. First it started with Penang, then Kedah, then Sabah but nothing happened. The closest trip that we got was when we went to Sungai Gabai. 

That was uber fun but we have always wanted more but to gather all 10 of us is quite a hassle thing to do and to think that  this trip really happened, it is actually a miracle ;)

That night, we left the office at 6pm and I had dinner at MidValley with Cibi & Lyzer. We were taking our own sweet time and suddenly we realized that I was late for my 11.30pm flight. We rushed off to the airport and finally made it on time :) Thank you guys for sending me off. Let's not do that again alright because while you were driving Lyzer, I was actually making up excuses to give to my Mom if I really did miss the flight. Hehe. 

Then, everything went smoothly and I touched down at Incheon Airport at around 7.30am. After a long walk to the arrivals, I finally saw a bunch of Malay girls, hiding behind each other. Funny. I was actually looking for a signage with my name ' Jasmin Anis' on it because they promised me that :( but turned out I got a bunch of wacko friends but I can't blame them for being crazy, they had to wake up at 6am to come pick my up at the airport to ensure that I didn't get lost. Thank you Aloyah, Hannah & Syaza. I don't think I will reach the hostel safely and sanely without you guys. 

After going on 3 trains and 1 bus, we finally reached the hostel and I met with the rest of my friends, Salihah, Falihin, Hanis, Min, and Farah. On that day, they wanted to go to some of the tourist places, so I just tagged along and follow their plans. Took a quick shower and we went straight to Namsan Tower, The Teddy Bear museum and the Hanbok Village( I think so). 

On the first day, I got to eat Cold Stone ice cream. I've been craving for this thing since we got back from LA last year, so to have this in Korea on the first day that I am here, I began to slowly like Korea :P

For me to wear the hanbok is really something weird because when I put it on, my friends will start laughing. I have no interest in it and I just put it on because they put it on but hey, I feel more 'cultured' now. Hehe.

Then we went to MyeongDong, a place where the K-Pop celebrity likes to shop. I like that place because its a street mall, rather than a normal mall. The brands are just the same like the ones in Malaysia but there are some of their local brands too, like SPAO. They forced me to enter the store and I got out of it with a pair of flipflop. Now I go around telling people that I got a pair of SNSD's slipper. Hehe.

 I went around the city the whole day while trying not to fall asleep because boy, I was extremely tired from the travelling. 

Came back home, fell flat on the bed and woke up the next day ready for the next adventure. Going into the second day, we both split into 2 groups. I should name one group as the K-Pop group and the other as Non K-Pop group. Its quite obvious isn't it? I don't fancy K-Pop so I shall belong to the latter group. The K-Pop group went to see all the K-Pop celebrities at the 63 Building( I think that's the name). That's like their little Hollywood where all the artists perform and have their shows there so, no. We are not interested in that. Haha.

So, we went on a shopping trip at Ide, World  Cup Stadium and we visited the Ewha Womans University, which is a very modern and beautiful university. It's a nice place to study but if there's only girls in there, I shall never enroll in that university. Haha ;P

Later, we were supposed to meet the other group somewhere but due to some miscommunication problems, we went elsewhere. We ended up at the other side of the town and had Thai food for dinner! My tummy was very happy that night :) 

On the third day, we met up with Yazid and we embarked on another cultural trip to the palaces and museum but the weather wasn't good that day and Mr Sun decided not to make an appearance. It rained quite badly so we didn't walk around the palace. Oh well, as long as I can see the palace from the museum, I can still say, 'Oh, I've been there' Hihi. That's the spirit!

At that time, I can still remember that I was asking Teh O' Ais from my friends because I was so thirsty and it has been two days since I last got my Teh O' Ais. Haha. Yes, very the kampung.

Then, we went on the subway again and stopped at the next station to go to the place where they sell lots of souvenirs. Yes, I forgot the name of the place but I do remember that we met some UiTM students who were on a holiday as well. *Hello guys!*

During this time, we split again. The K-Pop group stopped at this particular shop to buy all sorts of K-Pop celebrities merchandises for almost an hour, I could grow a beard while waiting, or maybe my hair will be straight. Haha. They were going crazy and the Non K-Pop group just waited outside while eating ice cream, snapping pictures and dancing in the rain :D

So, yes. The day proceeded well after everyone got their stuff :)

Moving on to the next day, they were keen on entertaining me ( I think) because it was my third last day and I still haven't done any massive shopping and so, we went to Dongdaemon and Namdaemun, which are the common place if you want to buy brooches, accessories, bags and Korean silk & cotton in bulk. Somehow we got to the places a tad too late and all the shops were already closing but I managed to buy some Korean cotton material for my Baju Raya and some lace for the neckline too! Yipppiiieeee !

And later we went back to Myeongdong because I wasn't satisfied with my purchase of the day. Hehe. The thing is, before I came here I had this material that I like and I thought there would be plenty of them in Korea. Lucky enough, there had a lot of it there but it was not as cheap as I thought it would be but heck, I ended up with 4 of the same top in different colour =)) Then, I was extremely satisfied with my purchases of the day. Haha.

On that particular day, we had a really nice lunch at the food court. We had ikan bakar with big, large, humongous bean sprouts but it was quite good. 

But of course, not everyone loves bean sprouts! Hehe 

On my second last day there, we all went to Nami Island where the shot Winter Sonata there. To go there, you would need to take the bus, change to subway, change to the train, get in the cab, ride the big ferry and tadaaa, you're there. Not quite tadaa actually, it'll take you around 2 hours but the journey was worth every minute of it. 

The place is so beautiful, it'll take your breath away. No wonder couples like to go there. Its a romantic place and I bet if its during autumn or winter time, it'll be even more pretty as the leaves and the snow falls down to the ground...... You know, you would want to go there with your partner one day, one fine day :) We rented a bicycle for each of us and we cycled around the island. I would say it was among the interesting thing that we've done there because somehow it was a funny cycling trip.

For lunch time, we had a rice box set which consists of rice, egg and kimchi. Just shake it, open it and feed yourself well :) 

 Then, on our way back, Min(a crazy girl from Bangi) decided to go on a bungee jump. It was 55ft high above the water but she managed to pull it off. I.WOULD.NEVER.DO.THAT.In fact, she paid for it. I.WOULD.NEVER.PAY.ANYONE.JUST.SO.THAT.I.CAN.JUMP.OFF.A.CLIFF. Perhaps she found some kind of satisfaction by doing it, then good for her. LOL!  But yes, she was our hero of the day! Weeeee!

That night, they let me choose where was the last place that I wanted to go, since I am going back the next day and I answered I wanted to go to somewhere that is beautiful and they suggested that we go visit the Rainbow bridge. I like pretty bright light and if it means that we have to walk for half an hour, then so be it. We will walk '-' but the thing is, after walking for 30 minutes, we waited for almost one and a half hour for nothing. We found out that the lights would only be available for public on weekends. 

I was crushed but in a way I didn't really mind because I got to spend my last night, sitting in front of the beautiful bridge with my friends, with or without the light. All together now, auwwwwww... Hahaha but it was still pretty though. The couple next to us was so in love, they were staring into each other's eyes the whole time while eating sashimi and a group of aunties were lying on the ground, while having a pillow talk. It made us wonder whether will we still be able to have pillow talks when we reach that age? LOL! 

And the next day, I went back to Malaysia. My flight was at 11.30am. Hence I had to leave the room at around 7am in the morning. This time, Falihin and Salihah sent me off because even after 6 days in Seoul, jumping in and out of the train, I still cannot read the route. Thank you guys.

Now I know that Seoul is so huge. Their subway route is probably 5 times bigger than London's tube route. They love to publicize plastic surgery because it is their culture there. They eat lots of veggies. There are not many good looking Korean people on the streets, probably the beautiful ones have been abducted to be the next superstar. They are very warm. When they are in a relationship, they like to wear similar clothes. Even though they are a big country, somehow they are very organized. I am glad I did this with my friends because this is actually our final year and I can safely say that I've been on a holiday with them and it was one hell of a trip :DD Thank you guys for taking care of me for 6 days. Hehe. I love you guys so much and by typing this, I really miss the trip :)