24th September

Dear blog,

Its been ages since I wrote in you…. Been so b lately n I wasn’t able to go on9 before coming to Russia… but im gonna try n squeeze every little detail I can remember in u.. but before tat…

TADA~~~!!!

Im in Kursk now… n its quite exciting. Class hasn’t started tho.. but getting to know a different culture is definitely eliminating feelings of homesickness.. Sakai gila babun la org bilang.. Kasi kuar asap dari mulut tu pun ble bikin ketawa terbahak2 (not smoking here.. jst referring to the warm air u breathe out which condenses with the cold air outside causing it to look lyk white smoke… yea… whatever… ;p)

But sometimes… even in the moments of exciting discovery of the roads which are terbalik by the way coz their drivers are on the left hand side, and the run-down buildings which wud have still been so beautiful if maintained… I suddenly get intense surges of homesickness for msian food n msian people.. especially sabahans.. who im proud to say smile a lot most of the time.. even to strangers n are very polite n helpful.. GO GO MSIA! (feeling a lot more patriotic now lol)

Whereas here… when they are rude.. they are really rude.. but when they’re sweet… they’re extremely sweet. Its like only the extremes of cultures here. First taste of Russian hospitality was on our 7-hour flight from Dubai to Moscow… Mostly Russians on the flight.. n everywhere we looked, no smiling faces at all.. they just had a cold stare for us. That’s just the way they look at people I guess. Especially foreigners who don’t know how to speak Russian. Felt so out of place.. but just had to tough it out till I got to my seat n cud sleep my way tru the flight… no need to interact in any way with them yet… fuh~~

But before I cud sit, I needed to find a space for my hand luggage.. n all the compartments above our heads were full… so the stewardess tried to push bags n a plastic bag went “KLUNK”… only a tiny klunk mind you… n suddenly out of nowhere.. a young Russian lady started screaming something about to not touch her things, and the stewardess apologized saying she only wanted to make space by arranging her things… she was all like.. “Don’t touch my things, you’ve done enuf by touching my things.. Go away”……….. I felt horrible for the stewardess.. wud have been glad to carry my hand luggage on my lap all the way there for her at tat time… fuh~ bikin malu punya ppuan.

But some are very understanding n know that we are clueless here… like yesterday I was with a senior buying groceries… n we were trying to decide which ketchup was most like those in msia… ahaha.. and then a babushka (old ladies who dress similarly.. with large coats n scarves over their heads) was asking me which ketchup was which.. my lips just smiled at her while my eyes were searching franticly for my senior… then Mitchell showed up.. fuh~~ ( Marce I found ur cousin by the way.. if u ever find this blog tat is ekeke) n talked to her… n she kinda understood how blur I was n asked if I was a new student… Mitchell explained I dint know Russian yet n she started wishing me Gud luck here… to study hard… n to take care of myself… how sweet… I LOVE sweet old ladies… *sigh*

Neway I think im getting used to this place… surprisingly I think im adapting well to this place… Thank God for tat… I tot I wud be crying bucketfuls of tears on my first week here… But it seems the Lord has helped me coped. I don’t feel alone here.. Most of the seniors here are so very helpful… they helped carry our groceries.. showed us around… helped us pick out cheap stuff.. took us to eat when we cudn’t cook yet.. all this when they had class. Thank God for seniors…n joy… there are so many cute would-be docs here.. lol… damm the eye candy.

So many things going on ryte now… will update more on the ways things are here soon… so many things to write down…

Oya.. n weepeee~ went to church already here for the first time… will tell u about it later…

Tata bloggie~~

22th September

BLOGGIEE~~

Finally I’ve got internet! Thank God! Wuhuuu~~ I can finally check my fs.. at a cost.. really expensive la the internet here.. but wat the heck. I was cut of from friends n family for 4 days… I shud be able to spend a little on a some pleasurable internet. Damm Magaram. He was supposed to give our sim cards the moment we arrived at Moscow but due to some probs (the seniors registration papers were not ready so they cudn’t buy us sim kads) … really cant blame them either actually… but then suffer la x dpt contact rumah.. nasib baik dad reloaded rm100 for me before we left.. but then lasted a day ony after sms2 my family… then yg sit nya.. org call u n kita x angkat pun dia ptg kdt jg!! Roaming sux!!

Huhu~ so much to tell… lemme start at the KLIA airport… before I came over here. We actually came over from banting, (my family n I n my aunt n Cynthia) from my auntie’s house with 2 big bags, 1 hand luggage n 1 laptop… When we reached KLIA, I started moving towards gate M… n met Adriana there.. but after a quick hello and an awkward silence.. I moved to an empty space with my family (lol.. she’s very quiet). Then Mr. Thaya called all students going to Russia to look over some documents and the sign something to get our passport… While I was bz doing all tat.. My bff popped up!! Wuhuu~ tx for coming bebeh~ meant a lot… really appreciate it.. ^_^

But I couldn’t exactly focus on her yet… my mind was elsewhere… on my paspot.. tiket.. checking in..

Speaking about checking in…huhahuha… scary2~ I knew my luggage was overweight (over 30kg… how do ya expect sumone to pack only 30kg!! im moving to Russia not visiting!! bahalul~~) but then I couldn’t find anything else to unpack out of it…so just brani mati la pgi counter to check in. (oya… hoho… tx joy for teman-ing me to the counter… nebes baitu) Once there.. the counter-people.. said I was 5 kg overweight n had to pay RM180 for each kg! omg… like RM900 for luggage alone… Gulp~ I then went to call daddy n he came over to the counter. I was watching a Master in action… I dunno how he talked himself tru it.. pleading vigorously with d counter people to tutup sebelah mata to my luggage… n then…..WALA~~ they let me tru… ;,,,,) thank u daddykins…. Luv u so much. Lol… he then went all “do u see now the power of persuasion??”. I couldn’t help but giggle away with joy….

And speaking of giggling~

Joy n I must have giggled too much to not notice that there was a chinese lady in front of us… n we accidently pushed the troli into her.. the troli catching her feet… AAWIEE~~~ must hav hurt cuz I think she was screaming cuss words at us in chinese.. damm. Malu sia. Wakaka… all to much excitement for one day.

After feeling flushed from all the excitement.. joy took me to buy sumthing from choco heaven… wuhuu~ Sugar rush… dint know wat to buy tho… so I just picked sum m&m’s but I guess ojoi kaya malam tue… nasib se x focus joy.. kalu nda hbs bajet ko ekekeke. N she added sum Herseys for me… hohoho… u dunt know how handy ur chocolates became here joy… especially in curing hunger pangs when we cudnt cook yet.. (but we’ve bought the utensils… not to worry… im not starving… just need time to get use to shopping in Russian huahuahua) bergambar sakan lagi kunun sn… then we met up with aizat… n bergambar2 lagi kunun. ^_^ we are so adorable… haha! Will send pics to you guys when I can chat in msn…

But we soon had to say our goodbyes… huhahuha… I saw a glint in the eyes of those I love n whom love me… n felt weak in the knees…if they started to cry.. I would start to cry and it would just cause a chain reaction of crying relatives. Then felt the first signs of tearing when my nose clog up. I just had to say my goodbyes fast n get away bfore I started pouring out how much going to Russia scared me. Then they won’t worry so much seeing a grown-up independent adult leaving for a foreign place instead of a weepy little child. At least I hope I left that impression….

Thank God for Lim Wenkie.. a guy who is going into 1^st year with me… I just followed him tru the gates of klia.. following his every move till we reached gate 22. In the plane I just drank in the scenery.. remembering everyting… every detail… this is it… im leaving… im going overseas… how exciting can tat get… on your own. Dint really think that time would finally come.. (emo jap). There are so many pros n cons to this… missing out on birthdays, anniversaries and reunions with family n frens… but gaining experience of another culture, learning a diff language, living on our own, studying medicine… Just hope everything goes smoothly back home. I know my mum will definitely miss me… no one to chat to when she gets stressed out anymore… worries me sometimes.. no other daughter to help around… cant count on matthew to go sweeping floors can we..

Well the flight was like any other flight… 6 hours of sitting tilll ur butt turns numb.. a transit in Dubai… which a busier airport than KLIA… n then reaching Moscow. Coming out of the doors of the airport reminded me immediately of England. The cold air… the blue sky… no rain… lovely greeting from Russia. But that weather is only on good days..

Well… so much more to tell.. but will do later on

Tata bloggie~~

With Love From Russia

xoxo

Fuh! Im in!!

bloggiee!

huhuhu~ finally! i figured out wat my username to this website was... for the past couple of days i wasnt able to go online coz my phone line was cut.. but then when i was able to online in the cc.. the connection was so damm slow.. so i went to my dad's office to blog.. n found out i forgot wat my username was... hah silly me~

well i really wanted to write a long heart wrenching article on the 31st of August to comemorate Independance day... sumting like how im truly gratefull for my freedom.. but tat moment's past. Wish i went to one of those fireworks-filled events but instead i spent tat day like any other day... reading up a little on organic chemistry n trying to squeeze in a few russian words in the process. But an hour later i was distracted by how dirty my laptop was with fingerprint stains and began wiping away with a damp cloth. Im so easily distracted these days. I may have caught the short-attention-span-syndrome or sumthing.

Anyway, today i met up with friends at tmpat makan jawa.. wuhuu~ so happy to be going somewhere. Hazel,lyna n I all drove ourselves to Likas.. except for Ned whose father sent her.. When we all met.. as i expected.. noone had changed.. they were all still the same wonderful people i had first become friends with. Thank God for that. We still chatted away merrily without a pause... just wished my whole "geng karas" was there. Wud have been merrier.. we cud have chatted on for hours but then the budak2 skola was coming out soon so we decided to hide out at a cc above the jawa place. Hazel and I went on9 for a while but gave up agen coz the connection was so slow. But not before Lyna showed us the fs of a stalker guy at her campus n Ned showed us the fs of Nizar's new gf.. lol.. we were so noisy in the CC tat the 'kakak' CC was smiling at our jokes as well.

After that, we hugged n went our separate ways... i drove back home in my Satria.. and was caught in the traffic jam.. suddenly sumone honked their bloody honker at me.. I, all hot and sweaty (since my aircond doesnt work in traffic jams.. it blasts our hot air instead when the car's not moving... mind you.. its eight years old ^_^) turned to coldly stare down the honker found it to be lyna sitting in her automatic Merc with Aniq.. my anger quickly turned into a smile since i found it amusing the situation we were in.. it was not long ago that we were both sitting side by side in our class rooms without a care in the world.. thinking about our highschool crushes n passing Wong Fu's physics tests. And now there she was.. picking up aniq after school n me rushing back home to cook lunch before mum came home. I feel like such a grown-up!! huhu... and im turning 20 next year.. time really does fly. Well after that i started feeling a cramp in my leg due to driving in a traffic jam n began to envy lyna's auto car.. hehe.

In the evening dad insisted i drive down to his office agen to try on the Murut traditional dress someone made for me.. (i wish i was the passenger again!). I actually dint want this dress.. i mean who's gonna know the difference between a kadazandusun dress (which i already have.. my mum's tat is.. still in good condition tho) and a murut dress in Russia? (i might wear it during Malaysian Night or sumting.. hmph.. that is if there is a malaysian nite). Sure they look different but no one gives a toss about it ryte... huhu.. i voiced my objections but there's no stopping my dad sometimes. Guess he's just really proud to be Murut. Dont get me wrong.. i like the dress.. perfect to wear when i get married.. but then the money (it costs around rm800!! damm! the tailor charged extra i guess coz my dad wanted it done on such short notice) cud have been used for someting more usefull.. lyk feeding me tru the harsh winter in Russia! hehehee~ *paranoia setting in*
hmm.. neway tx dad.. i know u have good intentions..
i guess i dint feel so gud in the dress yet.. im lacking the butt for it.. and the boobs. i might hopefully fill out a little more in my twenties to nicely fit the dress.. i might post pics of the dress soon.. lemme figure out how to first..hehe.

owh n i luv my Kupi!!! mmmmuah3... i'll be so sad to leave him... my cute little snow dog.. i'll post pics of him too.. ^_^..

okay then bloggie~
till my next post... tata~~