This applies to everything:

Until you find The One, you do lots and lots of tryouts.

*Not only in matters of clothes

Ostrich Moments

Raya Osnabruck 20 September.

Rumah Kak Noor. Meja makan. Baju oren. Minum air oren. Ambik gambar angkat gelas. Sekali anak kak Noor tegur. Wah, baju sama dengan jus. Cakap Deutsch. Balas; gagap. Err.

Minum air lah, cover.

Classroom, last month.

Datang lambat. Terpaksa duduk depan sekali. Belajar grammar. Berangan-angan. Tiba-tiba. Cikgu tanye ADUSO apa? Jawab kompiden. Cikgu tanye mana letak verb? Jawab laju-laju. Eh, salah la! Err. Segan, segan.

Tangan automatis capai cawan dan minum kopi sejuk yang tinggal separuh.

Kulturbüro, in der Pause.

Bosan. Berlegar-legar cari member nak berborak. Jumpa mangsa. Start ayat cliche - tanya asal mana, cuaca hari ni asyik la snow, kat Malaysia takde snow, sentiasa 28°C. Then awkward pause. Takde idea dah. We look around at other people talking festively.

Di tangan ada cawan. Minum air lagi.

Stockholm - achtzehn Mal verknallt :)

Stockholm - Lapan belas kali jatuh cinta :)

You should NOT go to Sweden during winter. Well, -13 degrees wasn't that bad anyway, you might've experienced colder nights, but muddling your way like a penguin through the thick snow prevented you from really seeing the city.

This trip was quite spontaneous. We jumped on the first available opportunity for a getaway weekend (Funny, kat Malaysia asal cuti je nak balik rumah, kat sini, asal cuti je xmau duduk rumah). We didn't plan anything. Absolutely nothing. I bought the tickets and booked the rooms, and that's all. Armed only with the knowledge that it's very, very cold there, we flew to Sweden.

Finding the way to the hostel took an hour and a half. We spend a rushed hour just trying to get hold of tickets and find the bus station. We climbed in "Pakcik, we need to get to Skeppsholmen."

"You got the wrong bus, this is number 56, you need the 65." Sheesh. Blame it on the German way of reading numbers. "So where do we take the bus?" I persistently ask. The driver tried to explain, his English was mediocre "On the other side of the road, come, I'll show you" and he actually got out of the bus, brought us to a junction and I was so grateful I forgot all my English grammar. :)

Not worth the fuss, anyway - we had already missed the last bus. So we had to take the underground. Before that, a study of the free maps we took at Information is a must - the underground station is a good 15 minutes walk from the hostel.

Ah, latte macchiato dulu sepam. Plus abang yang keje SJ counter tu really is Burberry material - my latte tastes like caramel. Slurrp. Dark hair falling into eyes - didn't they say Sweden had Europe-famous beautiful girls? Well, the men looks delicious too. :P

From the subway we had to - again - study the map under street lights, and suprisingly a Swedish couple came by asking "Do you guys need any help?" and then explained, really detailed, on how we could get there. The helpfulness was amazing, I was touched.

So finally we got there. A pakcik was at the counter and at the moment he said "Hej," (pronounced 'hey', which means hello) so friendly and warm like drops of honey I fell in love. For the fourth time that night.

On the first day we went to the Old Town - Gamla Stan where the

sambung later. homework waits