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The thing about sahur is, it's not about waking up. It's about going to back to bed. It's impossible and uncomfortable with a full or half-filled stomach. And this is, just about, my daily dilemma.

It's just past noon in my country and just past five (dawn) local time. Honestly, there's too much to say than I could possibly write. I've been adapting to my new 'sanctuary' eversince my first ever step into this flat. That is around a week ago. And I have to say it was fun though it wasn't much of a glamorous thing to do. Glamorous you ask? Well, all the cleaning, the shifting, the lifting and not forgetting the vacumming! But I must admit, it was thrilling, fun and exhausting. All the endless shopping of new clothes, new beddings, new stock of foods, and the list just goes on and on. You can't possibly imagine (neither can I) how much time, effort and MONEY was involved in the construction of our new home.

Now that I've reread the above paragraph, I just realised that I kept listing things. Hehe. I urge to explore more of what Glasgow has to offer. But time seems to be ticking down on me. Tomorrow, school starts and holiday is over. It feels like I haven't been studying for about half a year! I do miss it.

The last day, the day I flew off to Scotland, wasn't exactly the happiest day. Glad I was going but sad I was leaving. Everytime I rewind my memory back to the last day, a deep sorrow simply strucks me. The tears of Babu, my aunts and my friends left quite a pain in me, but what was more agonizing was the thought of leaving them behind. And what a great time to start school in the first week of Ramadan.

Now that I'm here in a blue cubicle, which I call my room, I seldomly complain about missing home. Not that I don't miss home, but let's just say I kinda like it here. The privacy, the independence, my new atmosphere is just another great episode of my life. I was just chatting with an old friend and we were greatly reminded of how this situation, being him and I in two separate countries, brings back memories of older days when he was in Indonesia and I was in Singapore. Awkward, yet sweet. I must say my room is filled. Yet, there's this great emptiness or void that just surrounds me.

JuLui

I'm so hyped up now.. Video conferencing with 4 people at a time.. hmm.. well..
Try to imagine this... I'm on the webcam with vas using Skype.. At the same time webcaming with nuar through MSN.. then.. air shouting with diz across the Hallway.. Gilerz..

The world is about of a topsy-turvy here.. It's hot in the building and it's cold outside. The freezer is at the lower compartment of the refrigerator. Cemana jua kami kan tau?.. Baku eh susu sebotol and tomato sauce.. haha.. not to mention stoned-strawberries.. Huahuahuahua... Btw.. the toilet floor ain't got no drain.. Uhhuh.. Banjir banjir...The tap is another hay-wired mess.. Satu tap panas.. satu tap sajuk.. Panas mendidih and sajuk aing ais.. Which would you chose to wash your face with? NEITHER.. Lampung nya yellow.. not white.. so everything is rather dim here.. Nevertheless natural.. If you see sunlight here.. it's like raining in Brunei during the draught season.. It's a miracle!.. MasyaAllah..

galas go

I'm in Scotland!!!.. Can't quite believe it but here I am. Standing straight.. well sitting actually.. in Strathclyde, Glasgow..

It's been a rough journey I must say.. Countless hours.. flights after flights.. My butt couldn't be "flatter". We had to take MAS airlines. What a bummer... Flight was @ 3.30 ish in the evening local time (Brunei).. then reached KLIA by 5.30 ish.. again local time..

Five long dragging hours at KLIA... went up and down, round and round... It really was an endless cycle that airport.

Anywho.. the flight goes on.. 13hrs and 10 minutes non stop. The plane was gr8 though.. I must say.. Your own tv screen. Personal option.. That's what I'm talkin about... uhhuh.. Interconnected games. Yup you can play with another passenger.. How cool is that..? Very... Thank god I sat next to my cousin..

Lapas atu jeng jeng jeng... LONDON! Heathrow airport was steaming hot.. Uhhuh.. you heard me right.. I mean read it right.. Panas airport nya.. and I thought Brunei punya airport was boiling at an unusual airport-standard temp.

Moving on.. we had to transfer to a domestic flight.. Our first major obstacle.. or as a wise Bruneian man said (We don't know who he is.. but he was there at the airport... and was a great help.. Ma kasih Paji)... "take it as a challenge".. hehe.. Tapi ya tolong.. apala.. They only allow one and only one single small bag for handcarry.. So mau inda mau paksa check in again.. i.e keluar airport and masuk lagi.. Syiok jualah.. Had a short briefing by a wakil from MOE who explained thoroughly everything important... money, health, emergency.. and so on and so forth.

Then we're here!.. Scotland.. Ta Da!

Ngalih ku eh becerita.. bah baca saja blog duolulu or si.. maggie

Finally!

I finally have the opportunity to update. Don't you just miss me.

I'm fasting today.. So can't complaint nor could I begossip dang. Grr.. Sabar sabar.. Sabar itu half of Islam.

Kekke.. Hmm.... I'm flying off to Scotland next week. Kan muntah rasanya.. Nervous nda jua... Excited nda jua.. but for sure, I'v got butterflies flyin' around in ma tummy.

Hmm.. Sesaban lagi balum ku bali.. Karang payah menatak natak ayam.. daging. sapi. dan lembu.. Rice cooker udah.. hehehe. Indomie udah.. Maggi curry udah.. asam pun ada udah.. stock ayam udah.. hmm.. apa lagi ah?

Segala jacket gabah gabah, windbreaker n stuff nanti lah sana saja melihat. Hmph.. it's 5.20.. hmmph.. azan kul 6.30.. hmph hmph huffalump...

Knock knock knockin on heavens door... yay yayy..

Lots of things happened while I was away from this space. I really wish I could jote down every precious moment of my life.. but hey.. ain't not much time to spare.. Gotta continue choppin down the shops.. hunting for more items that can save my life....

Wateva it is, sorrow keeps hunting me down until lubang cacing. Mummyyy.. Daddyy.. gonna mish you both soooo muscch.. I have to miss my bro n sis too. hahha. Cam kana paksa.. Anywho.. I'll just leave it to God.

Peace out readers.