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salaam to all readers...

my first day in bochum germany wasn't exactly smooth. in fact, it wasn't at all. for me, it is my first time living alone and wad's worse is to live miles and miles away from homeland. i remember when i was younger i would call home and cry whenever i'm staying overnite at my aunt's place. my dad would come pick me up the next hour. or maybe less. but yesterday was a terrible ordeal for me.

changi airport saw me and my best frens flood the floors. it was bad. i tried to brace myself, reali. but everytime i think abt farena and fidza i would cry. i dono why.

it warms my heart to see leyana and ratna there..along with dee,syaz,yana,izad and aisha...thank you for sending me off. i felt like i have a fanclub, with no banner. my aunts and their usual naggings and reminders...i appreciate. my ever trusted cousins, ita and kak nisah for making time down despite their busy schedule. my grandad and eldest uncle. ur prayers are most needed...my parents for spending so much money and effort for me. i can never repay their deeds. i pray for heaven for them.

and to my sleeping buddy and partner in crime. bedroom's all yours, pi!

last but not least to dat guy whom i heard ran off after i left, who claimed to haf burst into tears at the escalator, happy anniversary. two years and counting. it's not gonna be easy the next 5 months, but i hold u to ur words.

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changi story aside, i had a blast at the business class flight fr germany to dubai. royal treatment,totally! even jack was treating himself like a king. i slept a good 3 hours then, only to be awaken by the sumptious breakfast meal. we were given a complimentary toiletries kit filed with clarins facial stuffs...rocks! and touchdown was pretty smooth.. we waited abt an hour for our connecting flight to dusseldorf. it was a huge difference! not much legroom and i couldnt sleep! babies crying and stiff chairs. but survived. jack had too much a drink he got a lil tipsy. i don like him.

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wen we reach dusseldorf, we had to q pretty long to stamp passports but all's well only i had baggage problem. too heavy. i was struggling all e way from e airport to the train station. as usual jack wasnt of help.i tried my best to contain myself but the tears juz keep comin.

wen we reached bochum the student leaders who were supposed to fetch us were late but thank god they helped me with my luggage. went straght to the accommodation and out agian to the fachoshchule university for some sight seeing. u tot NTU was grey? wait till u see FH uni! it's...well....let's juz say, i'm glad NTU is grey. =)

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by mid day i was exhausted but the guys kept on walking. i felt so left out but still tried to talk...they wanted to have dinner at burger king and we bought groceries b4 dat w/o plastic bags. they don provide bags, u hafta pay for them...weird. so i volunteered to bring back the stuffs and head back to the haus. on my way home, i met up with an indonesian guy who came from nowhere. like an angel, reali. showed me the kiblat direction and intro himself. hasbullah. instantly reminded me of? ACEH! heh.

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reached my room and i juz cried and cried and cried... called hassan and cried... ate mum's rendang and bathed and prayed. den i slept. all e way to next morning. missed subuh. i don even noe wad time was subuh.

oh next morning oredi.

so next time story

not that it's interesting la

but mayb some of u wud like to hear this

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i went around window shopping

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and guess wad i came across???

guess la!

it's

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BIRKENSTOCK AT 20€!!!!

haha

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i'l get them for u..

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DREAM ON!