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so there is this song on tamil which really is very philosophical..and i think the time is ripe for me to translate it into english..which literally means i am quite free with loads of time at hand, hehe..

happiness is a part and parcel of life,

without it, humans have no strength,

when the winds blow, rain falls down unto earth,

with every bad thing that happens, there’s a small speck of good in it.

just like victory, defeat is good too,

even in the neem flower, there is a tiny amount of honey,

there can be no pureness without finding a fault,

with your smile, colour the darkness around you.

repeating of mistakes and repenting gave rise to manners,

mistakes are not wrong, and slipping is not failing,

the soul is not a dumping place for your sorrows,

if your soul is as vibrant as a garden, tomorrow will not be a burden.

in the beginning of time, God created earth,

but it didnt appear as He wished it to be,

when even God’s wishes were not meant to be,

what certainty is there that human’s desires should be fulfilled?

its not our fault if people point out right and wrong,

within the shells of sorrow, is born the pearl of happiness,

once you are determined, there’s no fear,

learn the art of making diamonds out of tears,

thank the thorn for the slippers on your feet.

gives us all something to brood about, doesnt it??

finally..

the grand deepavali open house is done and over with..

needless to say, it was a whooping success in my opinion despite a few minor predicted glitches..actually, i kinda felt the same exuberation that i did when we did the 1st open house 4 years ago, even though it was only vegetarian food without any entertainment..that was a time when we were still those “ok,ok - no problem” juniors and we had to kao-tao to every demand..

its so easy to criticise when someone else is carrying the burden of it all..like i said, there are always those who will be unsatisfied with something, no matter how minor, no matter how well you can explain your way thru..

i saw those faces with contempt from up the stage, right in those front seats, hoping madly that something might go wrong, like i might suddenly trip over my feet and fall or make some stuttering remark..i might be being a bit paranoid here but thats the way how i saw it - there are times when you see that shadow across some people’s faces that makes you queasy, see..

i saw my share of suck-ups that day..no one bothered about the “let the guests eat 1st” policy, people were cutting queues for the “garderov lady and her son and the other lady” - countless times, when i know for a fact that you are taking food for your friends who simply have selective leg muscle dystrophy and not to forget, ta-paoing for sunday’s breakfast, lunch, dinner and possibly monday’s meals too..and for all the sucking-up and potong-line done, you dont even have the decency to stay after the show to at least help clean the hall!!!

oh no sir, when i finally sat down to eat, most of the guests were either gone or ta-paoing the remainder of the food that was left ( i have no qualms about that but hey, shud be moderate la, if we dowan the chicken, we will let you take that huge tupperware full but we oso want right ), the dance floor was on and there were those plastic cups with dark red liquid being passed around ( indians i tell ya ), and all those familiar faces were missing!!!

KAPOOOSHH!!!!

GONE!!!!

NO ONE SAW EM LEAVING!!!!

in the midst of taking pics and rushing around greeting frens and enquiring about the food and whether it was tasty, they simply vanished into thin air..i wonder if they turned up for class 2day..

there were less than 15 doing all the cleaning and carrying stuff, and even after 5 years, i still ended up doing the dishes - i always end up doing the dishes and the basins becos no one else will..its so IRKSOME!!!

actually i meant this to be a happy happy post but it began so badly..i’m not gonna erase the top parts for it shall serve as a reminder to my failing memory not to trust those wolves in sheepskin..wahlao, senyum senyum kambing, belakang kutuk to the max - i got a shock hearing that..

now on to the more delightful parts…

i think the emceeing gig went on just fine..i managed to remain poised, my speech was almost smooth, no stuttering or forgetting lines though i was basically jus reading off the paper..but no one laughed at my lame jokes though..and thanks a bunch to the hooligans at the back who shouted “AIYALOOOO” when i appeared on stage - thanks a bunch, that’s so sweet, its definitely something i wont forget for a long time..

overall review was that the show was short, not too draggy, no awkward moments, it was one after another and ended just in time when everyone’s stomachs started rumbling..as someone said, it was a good combo of entertainment, culture and food..yeay!!!!

the food was awesome, i think its the first time that we distributed the foodstuff 2 days before the actual event so that no one had any reason to complain but there still was though, like why so many bottles of tomato paste for the chicken - wat the hell, jus freaking use it right, it doesnt spoil the taste, on the contrary, it does the absolute opposite!!! why use curry powder, only chili not enuff ke - not enuff la, you got chili powder factory meh, and again it adds to the taste..not that we made you pay extra for it - it was the same amount as last year MINUS THE SPONSOR = BIG POINT!!!! at least no food went down the bin, ok la a bit cos no one wanted the dhall and some rice spoilt..otherwise, i think it was well-planned, not too little and not excessive either..and i’m happy that some amount of food was spirited away for the rest of the COOL COMMUNISTS CLUB ( CCC ) members ( yeah yeah, you guys are in ) cos it was all THE OTHERS fault that they declined to join in the first place..

i took a very few amount of pics cos i was busy running arnd..and none on my camera, i wonder why i brought it along in the first place..i didnt ta-pao anything cos i can cook all that anytime i want so it was no big deal..

the entire show was well within budget, MOST of us were pretty much satisfied with a job perceived to be well done ( in your face, HAR HAR ), everyone’s happy and best of all…

NO DIARRHOEA!!!!

deepavali came and deepavali went..

every year back home, its always about oil baths, new clothes, prayers, temple, food(!!!) and relatives which inevitably ends with tv programmes..

here in nizhny, its about prayers, food, friends, open houses, and for the past two years, fights..

but i have to admit that this year was one of the best i’ve had here so far..

had a small-scale open house for all the groupies and acquaintances..haha..we had a scrumptilitious breakfast - uppuma, ponggal, chap-puri ( that’s what you get when you try to make puri but it turns out like chappati ), murtabak, kurma, sardine sambal, watermelon, tea and soft drinks coupled with some home-made delicacies shipped from home courtesy of nava..

took loads of photos..chatted til our mouths ran dry but then there was always something to drink, hehe..

my highlight of the day was going to the hare krishna temple by the river..we thought that they might have some special celebration or watever but there wasnt any..instead, we jus hung around a lil, had some prasadam that looked suspiciously like puli soru and watermelon, then we were goin to head back when one of the committee members came..

to me, it seemed that worshipping the lord came easier to this young russian man with a ponytail than it did to us indians..and it made me a teeny-weeny bit………..-i dunno how to say it cos i cant find the appropriate word for it..

hinduism is vast and it seems to me that to completely know and understand it is simply not possible in this lifetime..and the fact that the scriptures are not easily obtained makes it all the more impossible for one to actually dwelve deeper into it..

my own knowledge about this religion of mine that i was born into is probably comparable to size of a plasma cell in a human body ( ;P )..that is to say, i know almost nil and my knowledge probably doesnt account for anything..i pray, but i dont follow the rules strictly cos i have adapted the religious teachings to my current way of life..i read in a book that hindus pray 6 times a day, and when going to a temple you must wear a saree as there is some significance in wearing that one piece of woven cloth, and you must go to a temple everyday and a whole load more..when in fact i pray an average once a day and at all not on weekends, its been 2 years since i last wore a saree and i go to the temple less than 5 times a year!!! but this does not mean that i am not a pious person, i am - i do think of god everyday, i marvel at the wonders he has created, every single thing that i see no matter how tiny, reminds me of what a great life i have thanks to his grace and i thank him when i’m happy..

does that make me a bad devotee??

i dun accept all the teachings becos i believe that over time, god’s words have been superimposed with those of humans so that the actual gist of what he says is actually an interpretation of one or more persons..so much so that i cant really say what should be followed and what should not be..

at the temple yesterday, we met three russians, 2 ladies named lakshmi and maharani, and a guy named siva..wow..their names are as indian as mine if not more - sevvanthee = name of a particular flower, siva = god’s name, lakshmi = goddess’ name, maharani = emperoress..

see what i mean??

it’s unnerving..

and i am not a follower of the hare krishna foundation..this is the first time i have been to one of their temples..the way i have been used to praying and their way of worshipping the lord is different even though it is the same divine being that we pray to..

we sat around at the temple and were asked to join in the singing of a rhyme, accompanied by some indian musical instruments..when they asked us to play them, none of us knew how to..and to be asked the question “How can you not know your own culture?” by a russian who knows more about it was like….a slap to the face..ouch..and they sang so loud and so happily, i’ve never been that close to such a display of piousness..

and then we were invited to join in one of the festivals which they celebrate this monday at 4pm..i want to go, but at the same time i am reluctant - i feel sooo….kekok!!!

but i am going..its time i took things seriously..maybe i was meant to skip that open house and go to the temple instead..

talk about deepavali being the festival of lights..

i think my life was just lit up..

i was travelling on the bus the other day and a little girl with her mother happened to board the bus..she cud barely have been more than 5..and a very curious kid at that too..

once they boarded, the guy opposite me gave up his seat for the little missy and she sat down not so comfortably while her mum stood nearby..

she was one fidgety little kid and i suppose that it was her first trip by bus..

girl : mam, why is the window frosty?

mum : becos it is cold outside..

girl : but why? how does it become like this?

mum : keep quiet, you’re making a lot of noise..( i suppose she didnt know wat to say )

the mother passed the money for the bus fare and the ticket was passed across from the front to the back where we were sitting, which she handed to the kid and asked her to keep..

girl : wats this?

mum : bus ticket..

girl : who gave it to you?

mum : the busdriver..

girl : why?

mum : becos you need to pay to travel by bus..

girl : is it yours?

mum : yes..

girl : where’s the busdriver?

mum : he’s up front..

girl : he has such long arms??

mum : no, he passed it to the passengers and they passed it to us..

girl : he passed it to the passengers?

mum : yes..

i was already choking with laughter by this point, amused by how curious she was about the tiniest of things and her constant badgering of the mum, who was really quite patient in settling all her doubts..just then, the busdriver made an announcement requesting the passengers to pass the busfare to the driver..

girl : who’s spoke?

mum : the busdriver.

girl : wat did he say?

mum : he asked the passengers to pass the money to him.

girl : why?

mum : becos the bus conductor isnt here and you need to pay to travel..

girl : oh..

amusing aint it?? i got down shortly after that..

she’d probably grow up to be a brilliant girl..and a very noisy one at that..

and while i was on the bus today, i was looking outside and absent-mindedly listening to the announcements on the bus ( i like the sound of the fella’s voice ) when there came the part about finding objects without an owner, asking them to be careful becos there may be a “RISK OF AN ACT OF TERRORISM” and i suddenly just snapped awake and went HUH?? terrorist attack risk? the russians themselves are mini-terrorists - they terrorize us foreigners!! plus, who’d wanna attack russia?? i mean, what would they have to gain?? they’d probably be evaporated from the face of the earth by nuclear missiles..

this russian weather is seriously PMSing..like crazy..

saturday and sunday were magnificent - the sun was shining ever so brightly, lighting up the clear blue skies..i couldnt take my eyes off the window cos it was simply astounding staring at the autumn trees coated by the yellow light..

i had yet another relaxing weekend - i think i’ve burnt all my willpower studying for the last 2 exams..i just havent gotten outta the post-exam post-dromal period..did some recopying, screwed in an attached shelf by hand (!!!), did some repair works, then lunch cum dinner plus a movie..aahh..

then today, when i woke up, there it goes again - rain rain rain..

its just this irritating drizzle, and the wind!!

i regretted not wearing a scarf but i was lazy enuff not to run back upstairs to get it..

deepavali is approaching this weekend - more enjoying..

we were supposed to have that grand open house this saturday but due to “expected” circumstances, it was post poned to the following week 24th october..its always the same year in year out - nobody really wants to listen to what others have to say, their opinions need to be put out first..i’m glad though that the current committee is more-than-your-average level-headed..i think they handled the lot pretty well without resorting to shouting matches behind closed doors and paybacks..

i’m gonna be emceeing la - dun ask me how i got mixed up in all this again but i suppose with a well-functioning committee, i could work with a second chance..this wud be my first emceeing gig in NN though, hmm..

so wat are my plans for deepavali this year??

this deepavali, 17th, i thought of having a small breakfast kinda open house for the groupies..no need to bring anything you guys..its an open house, not a pot-luck..i just want to be surrounded by people to share the joy with - otherwise it wud be just another simple day..i can cook briyani, call my parents and watch movies anytime i want to..so 17th is a day for the friendofamily..

24th, wud be the grand open house..i’m in charge of the dhal and the emceeing gig..i dun have nuthin great to wear cos i wasnt expecting to be a part of it..but as things wud have it, i’m up to my neck in it and mum’s not very happy about it..

31st, wud be our mini nevertheless grand open floor..this is the 3rd time we’re gonna be having it..this year, we’re back to the original 5 with an estimated 75 invitations - phew..i hope it all goes down well..

quite a great year huh??

but before all this comes *drumrolls*

PAEDS ZACHUT!!!

kwang kwang kwang..

1005pm on friday night..

i’ve done 2 exams in 1 month, one after another..

i desperately needed a break..

so there i was, in between memorising the classifications and drug dosages, fantasizing about how i am going to have a great friday after so long..

first of all, there was the great tinkoff plan - i am not a fan of sushi, but hey, since everyone wanted to go there, i shall go with the flow..

then, there was the mega plan for grocery shopping and to check out whats new and whats not..

after that, the final highlight of the night was to watch a movie which i was pretty curious to see becos of the good reviews and also becos the main actor is indeed a very talented person..

last night, after tossing and turning in bed for hours, i finally managed to get a 2 hour shut-eye before getting up in the wee hours of the morning for the final review..

went for exams then rushed all the way to the opposite side of the city for paeds class..

next in line = tinkoff > cancelled..okie dokie..

mega > double cancelled..hrmph..

movie > triple cancelled..

EXCELLANTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JUST PERFECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SO NOW I AM SITTING HERE, HAVING WASTED YET ANOTHER FRIDAY…..

I AM VERY DISAPPOINTED INDEED….

COS EVERY SINGLE PLAN THAT I WAS ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT GOT CANCELLED…

WHICH IS JUST ABOUT GREAT…

MAYBE NEXT TIME, I SHUD JUST MAKE UP MY OWN PLANS AND GO WITH IT….

THANK YOU ALL….

i really shud be studying..

exam is in 2 days and i feel like i know shit..uh oh..

the weekend was not used to its maximal potential..

saturday got up late and did some recopying then headed for the raya open house, lepaked around, got back home to continue more recopying and went to bed..

sunday got up slightly early, did some scanning thru, cooked, ate, watched a movie, took a long shower where i tried to drown myself in the tub, and now i am here - blogging..

why so tak bersemangat??

blame the yucky weather!!

what more with my laptop not behaving itself..

when treasure came over to get the TB CXRs from me a week ago, i plugged in the pendrive and ta-da..there goes my desktop screen from vikram’s picture to a page that said something like ‘you need to reset your desktop’ bla bla..which i did..then on and off it was being a bitch and i put up with it..

then this morning, the laptop was being such an oxymoron, lagging and simply refusing to respond!! i couldnt even shut it down and had to press the power button instead..got kheng huat to have a look at it “did you press this button on the desktop?” “……yes??”, to which his response was “congratulations, your laptop gt some old virus..cannot help d”..

stupid antivirus..it didnt detect the damn thing oso..and it was up to date..dahlah swallow my internet credit almost every day..lagi tak guna!!!

i am so pissed that i could cekik my laptop if i cud find where the neck is, without electrocuting myself..

SIGH SIGH SIGH SIGH SIGH

SIGH some more..

well, at least now its not being such a pest and i could online in peace..you better stay this way pal!!

ok, i shud go stuff myself and get back to studying - got control tomoro, and then..EXAM!!!

eh, misa meeting at 845 7th floor..

nak pegi ke??

i need a holiday!!!

jumping into opthalmomology right after TB is T.I.R.I.N.G!!!

though i did have a 2 & 1/2 day break though..

in the wild..really really..

actually its all thanks to my TB patient..who happened to be kind enuff to invite me n treasure over to his new cottage in the wild wild taiga..after refusing so many offers, i finally found the time to go the day after finishing my TB exam..unfortunately, treasure hadn’t completed her exam and thus refused to follow me..initially, i thought, what the hell, jus go alone..then thanks to emmy, who gave me all the right reasons to not venture alone, i decided to drag along karthikesh..everyone else rejected my offer..sad sad..

so anyways, we set out on friday evening and reached the cottage by dusk..had dinner, got a tour around the cottage and the garden..headed to the neighbours where we had more dinner..then back again for a huge mug of warm milk freshly milked 10mins ago..oh yeah, it was WARM..chit chatted, or rather, listened to chit chat and responded now and then..and off to bed at 2am..

lemme tell ya about the cottage :

there are 2 main rooms in the whole cottage : a living room and a bedroom..the living room had this dinner table, the sink and a cupboard with the cooking utensils coupled with an electric stove, the russian pechka or chimney-cum-oven, a tv and a bed. the bedroom had 4 beds altogether and another pechka..then there was like a staircase and a porch leading up to the house..the cottage is attached to a garage, which is larger than the house itself and was piled roof high with firewood for the winter. and then there was the toilet. it was just a tiny cubicle in the garage, roughly 1.5×1.5..there was the toilet seat, and then there was the hole..the hole houses all the droppings that ever dropped there..it stank alright and the sound that you hear as your pee falls on those shit-mole-mountain..huhuhu..i was so tempted to put up these pics on facebook but then, i wud have never heard the end of it..i’m so the disgusting arent i?? well, at least i didnt have to go lookin for a shady tree to relieve myself while freezing my butt off..and thanks be to god who made my GIT so effective that everything gets absorbed maximally so that i had to use the toilet minimally..

ah..its been approximately 3 weeks since i came back..

was busy with one exam which just finished 3 days ago, and now yet another comin up..

actually i’ve been dying to write something for soooo long - it gets boring just reading blogs, it makes me feel that i wanna write something too..

and i just have to write about the holidays first and foremost before anything else..

as evryone knows, i went back late this summer..the things i did here during that time, i’ve already posted up here..

now back home, it was an entirely different story…

1st week : basically my time table was to get up 1 hour before noon, make sure my brother has his lunch before going to school and then watch tv til mom comes back..mum prepares the food in the morning before leaving for school so i didnt have to cook anything..ahh..i just miss watching tv - in english..haha..i was practically glued to it ok..

no internet, no sim card : no connection with the rest of the world..

2nd week : i was given the liberty to choose what i want to eat - in other words, i started cooking, so it was all my favorite dishes..

pasar malam : its just so enjoyable goin to the pasar malam, getting all those junkies especially the tauhu in sugar water - YUMMYLICIOUS!!! and durians and rambutans and a whole lot of food..its truly food heaven and i got to eat all that i wanted..

makan - makan : once every 2 days basically, we had something to tapao..and hell, it was great to just drive out, sit at the mamak stall and order food..and it gets served steaming hot with that kat chai semoi blended..hebat giler..

new-found family : there remained this side of my family that i had never seen ever..it was my dad’s brother’s first wife and their 3 children..i gotta tell ya that my dad’s family is a lil’ bit kuku..really really..they have the weirdest ideas and basically their arguments and perspectives simply clash with mine..anyways, i really shudnt be washing my, or rather his, dirty linen in public, so suffices to say that the wife and kids managed on their own without the help of the family leader..and now those kids, who are my cousins, have children of their own just 4 years younger than me!!! well anyways, it was a very heart-wrenching story..the wife passed away not too long ago and her dying wish was her husband to bury her bones which the daughter kept..so began the journey of relocating the father, meeting up the long lost family, with my mum inviting ‘em over for lunch before they headed back to sungai petani..as they narrated their side of the story and wept over the hardships that they have gone through which i could not even begin to imagine, i just felt so mad at the rest of the family for just turning a blind eye..my father did try once to see them but he was chased out of their house..nevertheless, i was surprised that he didnt try again..i woud have..and this really opened my eyes as i actually saw how one’s selfishness could destroy an entire family, how the kids were scarred for life, how difficult it must have been to be cheated and lied to..i couldnt control my tears as i wept for the sorrows of my cousins that i barely even knew..and to cap it all, their father had suffered a stroke and needs to be taken care off - and how great must their souls be that they offered to tend to him and requested that he come immediately with them to sungai petani..after all that he did NOT do for them, i think that he is truly lucky to have rejoined his kids who were more than willing to take him back into their lives..astounding huh?? i dun think i could have done that..but they did..speechless..and my father now refers to them as ‘my other daughters’..grrrr..

batu gajah : for the first time in me life, i took the train to another state - perak..went to batu gajah for some prayer thingy..it was cool..the train was not though..takler hebat ape pun, just the same as we have here..and when we reached batu gajah, me and my granma, i gotta tell ya, that place was like the never-never land - we malaysians are experts at building something right in the middle of nowhere..my uncle’s friend came to fetch us, then we had lunch at his place and off we go towards ipoh..ipoh, ah quite sleepy town oso la, hahaha..got a few stuff for prayers, then went to kuala kurau for a temple festival..

1st temple festival : it’s located in an estate and by the time we reached there, it was like 7pm..actually, it was something like the temple’s 40th birthday, in other words, it was the temple deity’s 40th birthday and my granma was one of those were behind it so, there you go..i was miles away from the nearest town, surrounded all around by palm trees..all the crazy insects and mosquitoes and flies buzzing crazily around..plus, it was so freaking dark!! best news yet to come, the celebration was supposed to be at 4am!!! so i had to stay up the whole night!!! the previous night, i had slept for 3 hours only cos i was happily watching tv til 330am..it was agonizing but managed to stay up by helping out..the only people that i knew there were my granma, the uncle whom we came with and the priest..evryone else were strangers!! it was so crazy..and i was this city girl wearing a blue baby-t and jeans with big big earings, evryone was giving me this weird look..by 2am i was so freaking tired but forced myself to go and mandi - in a small cubicle behind the temple..where there were 4 walls, a door, a small longkang to drain the water, a tap, a huge container and a dayung to bathe - whoopie..bathing in cold water at 230am in the middle of nowhere with insects flying all around - not the pretty..then we continued with the prayers and stuff and by the time it was all over, the sun was rising and evryone started leaving for work..so the rest of us helped to clean the temple..then i was waiting for my youngest uncle to come from penang to fetch us back to penang - mind you he was supposed to be there at 7am and he wasnt..when i called at 830, he was still sleeping!!!! buggernesss..i was so freaking tired, my eyes simply refused to stay open any longer, and so i curled up on a table at the temple and had a short nap..at 1030am, my uncle came and woke me up..i was freaking furious but pity the fella la, he had to go cabut gigi or something and apparently it hurt like mad, so i decided that he has already been tortured enuff and shud be spared from my nagging..by 11am, we were on our way back to penang..had mcd on the way, with french fries for the uncle cos he really couldnt eat - kesian..

penang : family crisis in exacerbation..i hate it..i feel like just making ‘em all sit down and listen to what i have to say..so childish..there are now like 2 sides in the family and i am stuck on the wall in between..i love all of them and seeing them like this, it makes me feel that i dont wanna come back home..wat for?? i miss the times when we used to sit at the dining table or out in the garden, laughing well into the night over a glass of wine or two..the barbeques..i miss it all..this time around, evryone was sulking, no one had a joke to spare, evryone was trying to get away as soon as possible, i was running around trying to make peace and forming the connection between the 2 sides - basically i was trying to dig a hole in the wall..not very successful though, will have to try again next year..maybe next year, i shall make them all sit and give them a nice long lecture..at 25, i shud probably be heard but then again, i might get shot at too..

kuala kurau : as every year, we had our prayers..and as every year, my favorite uncle’s temper flared up..and i had to do the calming down part cos i was sitting right next to him in the car..you know sometimes when you are so angry, you cant reason out things and me being in the third person’s point of view, i could see the strands in the cloth..i think my reasoning made sense to him though, cos he did calm down after a bit..he was after all under a lot of stress, what with the house and the kids and all..wow..this year, since i had helped with the temple works before, i joined the kitchen team where we prepared the food..and as always, it was great..almost everyone was there and i had fun teasing and laughing about, it may have extended my life by 3 years..

the new house : my uncle was building his new house, tudor - style and it was nearing completion..it is AWESOME!!! i am sooo in love with it..they shud be moving in soon and i just cant wait to see it next year..weeeeeee…

kedah : since we were nearby, my dad’s ‘other daughters’ invited him over..we went to one daughter’s house for lunch where we met their family and dinner was at the others..nicey nicey..but it was quite kekok la..

back to kl : the initial plan was for me and my granma to go back by bus, but in the end we decided to let the granny naik the car and me and the younger sis to go by bus..so there we were at the bustop, the bus was there, we got on and my parents left for the bridge..lo and behold, there was someone else in my seat..and that person had a ticket too, for the same seat..so the driver said, lets wait and see if there are any seats vacant - we waited and there was one left..so we were trying to sort things out cos that ticket was expensive..and then we noticed that the time and date was right, in kl..we were given a kl-penang ticket instead of penang-kl..watched the bus leave as there was nothing that we could do..went to the counter cos we bought 6 tickets and these 2 were printed wrongly..no amount of talking made them refund the ticket even though it was their bloody mistake - assholes..my dad was already across the bridge, he had to make a U-turn back to penang and there we were, 6 of us in the car - my mum, me, sis and bro at the back, dad and granny up front, all the way 4 hours to kl..fish you plusliner!!!

the remaining days : were spent shopping for my stuff - food stuff and others..before came the biggest highlight of my summer this year..

INDIA!!! : what can i tell you?? basically it was a pilgrimage..2200km by car..it was exotic..i tell ya’, these indians, if they have any will to use their brains, they could be a super nation..instead, they are just content with those dusty roads and crazy systems..the temples are superb, i dun think that humans actually built em..and if they did, i wonder what a great civilisation that must have been and how they are now..i shall talk all about india in a separate blog..

back to russia : came back from india on 27th night..spent the whole of 28th vomitting, the 29th recuperating and on 30th early morning, i was back at the airport..

talk about a productive holiday eh?? actually, there’s so much that i have gt to say but my elbows are hurting..

plus i have yet another holiday to blog about..