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As we planned, we housemates went out together on the Labour Day. I was not feeling well but they kidnapped me in order to make their plan works. Before leaving, Fatt told me that they wanted to celebrate my graduation. That’s why I must go regardless of the feverish body.

They know how much I love eating (see the cheeks la). So, what I had in mind was a small eating session at a new hangout place that we were about to explore somewhere in Voykovskaya Region. The place is called Metropolis, a mega shopping complex with variety of food houses at the food court. We are still students. Of course we don’t afford to go to a higher class restaurant yet. As long as we can satisfy our empty stomachs, everything is fine for us.

But Diba insisted for my advice on lomo cameras. Honestly, I don’t know much about lomo but I have some experiences using my father’s lomo and I am very keen to know more about it. I did some googling about lomo cameras and stuff like that. My roommates knew it. Since we know one antique shop located along The Stary Arbat (The Old Arbat Street), so we spent couple of hours wandering along the road. The weather was pretty fine but windy. I could feel my body getting warmer and at the same time shivering.

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Saya masih demam. Entri ini sekadar hendak menyambung Cerita Dari Volgograd. Nah tengok gambar. Boleh muak agaknya kamu semua hendak membelek gambar-gambar ini. Huhu. Terlebih dahulu, saya hendak memberikan setinggi-tinggi kredit untuk Aizat Sabri dan para junior yang menjadi jurugambar sejak bertolak meninggalkan Moscow sehinggalah kami semua selamat kembali ke Moscow semula. Terima kasih buat Ammar Ahmad, Alif Faliq Iskandar dan Farhan Yeo yang saya ambil gambar-gambar mereka daripada koleksi peribadi ataupun Facebook. Spasiba balshoi druziam!

Kami sedang berkumpul di depan hostel sebelum bas sampai.

Ketika tiga buas kontijen MMA berhenti untuk mengisi minyak dan memberi peluang pelajar ke tandas di tepi lebuhraya.

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Do you believe in reincarnation? I don’t but I had experienced once.

May 1st 1993 left a vast impact in my life. I was 50% burned, left in ICU for one night and got up in the morning knowing that I have scarlet-black scary wounding skin from top to waist.

I kept myself away from the public for two months. I didn’t go to school. I refrained myself from mixing around with my siblings. I had a severe inferiority complex back then.

After two months surviving my black days at home, I managed to gain confidence again. I told my father that I wanted to attend classes back. The first day I resumed schooling was the fisrt day of the mid term exam. 1993 – I was just in standard 2.

I have lost so many things; confidence, beauty, communication skill. I was very introvert. Everyone kept comparing me with my sister and cousins. Provided that we were in a family function and they all attended it. What made it worst was when it came to digging differences between me and my sister. Obviously she wins over me. She has everything that I don’t. However, Allah rewarded me with so many good things in return. I’ve got 100% in 9 out of 11 subjects in that particular exam, attention, love and everything one needs from family and friends. Ever since then, my priority was only on my study, nothing else that I bother.

I should never stop thanking Allah for the second chance He has given me. I should thank my mother and father for taking a great care and giving their best to see me recovering and also to the ‘petua kulit pisang’ I’ve been applying and experimenting with and the result was unexpectedly miraculous! I am back kicking without a single scar left on the skin. And thanks to everyone who has made me felt useless with zombi-ugly look. Because of the thoughts, I am what I am now.

Ya Allah, bless my parents and family, teachers and relatives, friends and colleagues. They deserve to be rewarded with mercy and love, kindness and calmness, and beautiful life here and hereafter. Amin.

Last but not least, happy 16th birthday Sarah! Yeah. You are just 16!

Note 1: Half a loaf is better than none. I’m grateful for what I have now. Alhamdulillah. 🙂

Note 2: This 16 year-old little girl is down with fever. 😥

Note 3: Aik aik aik. No one noticed I miscounted the year/age? Huahuahua. 1993 – 2009 = 16 years. Yes. 16 years ago, I was reborn as a new me after the incident took place.

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Rou Theng and Rui Wen came to my room. They wanted to collect some photos during the games in Volgograd. I don’t have much of them but I own a very special photo of Rui Wen with someone. No matter how, she must come here to get it. It was very pleasant to sit together and talk about recent activities that took place in our lives. Both of them are my juniors, in the same batch with my housemates. Rou Theng is my teammate while Rui Wen is Pena’s teammate in basketball.

We never been this closed before this. But getting to know them more, I admit that we have good chemistry. The two girls, Pena, Fatt, Wanie and I sat together eating our special cupcakes and kebab, and we did gossiping this and that catching up some stories that we left behind in Volgograd.

Well, they made my day. They really did. I am not feeling well at the moment. I have running nose and spinning head. I wonder, does swine flu start descending to Eastern Europe? Oh no way. Russia has a special method and it’s own antidote againts this virus. May it work well to protect us all.

One thing I enjoy doing with the girls: stalking! Oh my goodness! They are very good at stalking people, googling names and details about people they admire. But the most important thing I will never forget about them is, they helped me to get connected with someone I have crush on. Hahaha. Ops. Cut the story off. Don’t ask me any further. Crush is just crush. Nothing’s going to change after this. Hahaha.

Note: I don’t know what else to do to kill my time. Books have killed me enough. And now I need some escapades. 🙄

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My mother and father went for a blood screening test at Dr. Rama’s clinic in the town. When they were there, Dr. Rama addressed my father as ‘Young Man’ despite of his almost-golden age.

When they came back home, my father started calling my mother as ‘Young Girl’ because of her normal blood pressure despite of her current age. I laughed crazily when they told me the story.

Oh. So sweet of them!

Note: Ayah reminded me this fact: “Now it’s May. Next is June. Only one month plus left for you to survive.” Oh. He’s so sweet. He always does the countdown for me. Muaah!