Withdrawal Day

On the day I withdrew from CFS UIA, I had planned to meet a few people and settle the withdrawal.

First thing first was to check out the A&R (admission and records) department and find out what was to be done for the withdrawal. The only thing was to go to 5 different departments (ie Library, Security, Discipline and Residential, Mahallah, and Finance) to get their signatures and chop just to verify that I don't have any disciplinary records or misconduct or unpaid fees or unreturned library books. All I had to do was show the pink paper and they signed it without saying a word; so the whole process was pretty quick actually:)

I had a lot of comments throughout the whole day though. When I went to the security department, the guy asked me "Adik merajuk je?" lol. I had to explain the whole pursuing-of-the-medical-field thing and he said, "wait til semester one. Get good results. Orang muda ni tak sabar. Slalu gopoh." All I did was smile... and laughed once I got outside. It's not that I thought he was being ridiculous or anything. I just didn't know what else to do. Just to destress I guess...

I coincidentally met Suhaimi twice. Kinda funny to get to know someone and then say goodbye on the same day. Called up kak Naurah (this senior who I met only once to play netball with) and met her infront of the library. When I told her that I was leaving, she started crying and her eyes were super red which was just soo sweet of her eventhough I was really surprised! She had class in 5 minutes so she wished me all the best and hurried to her class while dabbing her tears away. Said goodbye to some other people; followed Maryam to Bio class and met up with basma there. Met up with Sharaf just before reaching my Mahallah. Said goodbye; again.

Went back to my room and packed my things. Hugged Teha and Ikin before they went off to class because they would finish their class late. My dad called and I hugged Ida and said goodbye:) In the car I was just quiet when I got a message from Ida. She said that she didn't want to cry when I left because she didn't want to make me cry too because she said she wanted to see my cute face laughing and smiling instead of crying. Which was soo touching that I cried in the car right there and then. She slipped in a present for me into my bag and I cried even more when I found it.

I've met so many amazing and unforgettable people just for two weeks and I'm so grateful they were in my life. I can't imagine how difficult it would be if I had to say goodbye after knowing them for years or so...

When I told 'someone' about my withdrawal because I didn't get medic, she said: They should have given it to you. They don't know what they're missing.

Which was the really nicest thing i've ever heard:)

Easy Brownies

Iman: The making was funner that the eating.

Last night I had an unplanned sleepover at Iman's. I guess my mom doesn't really mind because we know Iman's family for soo long and I guess Auntie Ilaine doesn't mind because she knows I won't create a ruckus or wreak havoc. Haha. I'm such a regular over there:)

Aki was meant to come over too and she said we have to bake a cake to commemorate her grand entrance or something. So later on when Iman asked "what should we do?"; the most obvious was "Let's bake something!"
Flipping through Cooky Book for a suitable recipe

Searched through Iman's recipies and found "United Sisters International Cuisine." Looked through some more and found Auntie Fatimah's Easy Brownies!XD
Ingredients and utensils for Easy Brownies
I don't have the recipe with me so I can't remember the exact amount for the ingredients. But we took a picture at every step!:) So here's the procedure (more or less):

Step 1: Preheat oven at 180C
Step 2: Grease the baking tray with butter

Step 3: Melt 250g of butter and dark chocolate in a pan.
As you can see, we used powder chocolate instead of the slab chocolate (because we didn't have it). Not so sure if that really made a difference as to how the real outcome was supposed to be...And this is how it turned out after a bit of mixing. You can see there are some cocoa powder spilt on the stove. Ni salah aki tak pandai tuang betul2!!! Wahahaha.

Step 4: Beat 4 eggs and add 2 tsp of vanilla essenceWell, you can't really see it then but I have the expertise of one-handedly cracking an egg!:PIman the mixer. She didn't want to use an electronic mixer because we should use our own strength and energy. Lol.

Step 5: Add the egg mixture to the choccy butter mixture.
Step 6: Add flour and castor sugar to that mixture. Also 1 tsp of salt.
Mix mix and mix. The recipe said to use walnut but we didn't have that so we added chocolate chips instead:)
Transfer the batter to the baking tray


Here's a bit of our extra personal touch. We added jelly beans (specifically coconut because that was what was left) to make a heart shape at the top:)

Only thing left was just to put it in the oven^^


While waiting for the brownies to bake, we had hot chocolate (me and aki) and Iman had orange juice. It was meant to take only 25 minutes but it turned into a whole hour because when we checked the brownies, it didn't seem like it was cooked inside- properly.

Nawal came and poked a fork inside and it was still not cooked! So we made some analysis and thought that maybe we should have used a slab of chocolate. Or maybe we put too much batter so it was super thick!


Aki's mom and Eiman was there too! So we had Eiman have the honour of cutting the cake:)
Even though we thought that it wasn't properly baked, we took it out anyway because the top was already so crusty. Lol. Well, it was edible and tasted quite okay. Even nicer was eating the brownies with ice cream!:)


I quote again from Iman Azman: The making was funner than the eating.

Thanks u guys; I had lotsa fun^^

Back at square one

I met a crazy woman today. I'm not saying that because I'm mean or anything but because she admitted it herself. She says she is a majnun lady. Lol.

She is the first person ever to personally challenge me on my ambition of becoming a doctor. She is a nutritionist and at first she was okay when I told her I am/was taking Allied Health Science. But when I 'casually' mentioned that I'm switching Universities to pursue the medical field, we had a heated conversation about modern medicine vs alternative medicine (actually it wasn't really heated. It was her who was was more enthusiastic about it.. I listened more throughout).

She says that I need to look more into this medical field before actually delving deeper and driving towards my dream (whhooo Alliteration:P). She is a nutritionist herself and views that medicine does not cure people; rather they only sustain the pain at just a lower level. Thus the pharmaceutical companies are just making more and more money since people aren't really getting 'better'. Take a look at cancer patients. Their 'cure' is the (and I quote from her) slash, burn and poison. Slash being the taking out the tumor, burn being the radiation and poison being the chemotherapy where the person actually gets worse. So how can that be compared to alternative medicine such as the coconut oil miracle?

I mean plus the fact that I'm about to change universities and now 'someone' is asking (more like influencing and persuading) me to go to Alexandria, Egypt (my first choice after finishing Form 5); I feel like I am back at square one. Like; should I even take medicine in the first place?

My mom says I am such a fickle person. Can't seem to settle on anything. Lol.

Well, I talked to my mom about it and had another heated conversation (though again, it's just her elaborating on it. Me; I just listen). She says both modern medicine and alternative medicine compliments each other. Both has their pros and cons. What about her friend who is a doctor who fashioned an artificial ear for people who do not have an ear? Or how about babies who are born with a cleft? They require surgery to make it 'un-deformed'. How can alternative medicine actually help un-deform clefts?
So even if some of the high people in pharmeceutical companies might be into the money-making business, a lot of people under them are working as doctors only for the sole good intention of treating symptoms.

In conclusion, we shouldn't degrade modern medicine merely because of some pharmecautical companies who might be thinking of the big money but rather the profession itself where you cannot deny that it has helped a lot of people.

A wedding!

fuddy me and iman at the wedding

Attended Syarifah and Harris's wedding on Saturday. I would have to say it is quite a grand wedding. Lotsa people. It's the first time I've attended a wedding where I know quite a number of people AND the bride and groom too (apart from attending my cousins' weddings)!. Abundant in merriment and joy- that's what a wedding is meant to be like right? In the afternoon, they had their 15 minute (or is it one hour?) honeymoon on a helicopter and came back. We were awed. I've never heard people going for a honeymoon that short or have a helicopter land at their wedding place...

Munirah -my new found friend- and I

Made friends with Munirah Zulkifli (sort of an alumni) lol. I've seen her a few times with Iman when I was in Sec 1 and never again after that until the wedding... It's like we hardly know each other but had a lot to catch up on. She knows a lot about me and I maybe...sorta... quite... know a but about her too. Lol. Which is kinda strange to me... Anyways, she's fun:) and she rocks because she takes geology. Though she still rocks even if she doesn't take geology. Lol.

That was the afternoon ceremony and at night, we had Alumni dinner... So that's the basic tentative. Alumni dinner had food (obviously), multimedia presentation, a few speeches and Taboo game! Which was quite interesting to see everyone so fired up and it was super fun:) Girls won hands down. lol.

Iman Azman aka The Taboo Master

Sadly, I don't have any pictures of the bride and groom:( Because then I'd have to go right up to them and take their photos... (malu X|) Besides, other people have plenty and most likely they'll put them up too so you can see them:D

Hellooo hostel life

IIUM PJ began two weeks ago. Well, orientation to be exact began on last Tuesday (10th June). My dad had to drop me off because he had to go off to work. I was actually really scared and freaked out. Dunno what to do or to say. It's like I'm jumping into the sea without a life jacket; at least that's what it feels like. It seems like everybody has their family with them, even their extended family: their cousins, auntie, grandparents etc.

After (a long line of) registration, got the keys and went to my mahallah. Thankfully Uncle Rozhan's daughter was really kind enough to accompany me to my room. There were already some people there. This girl with her parents and siblings. I wasn't really sure what to do so I just sorta stood there. The whole time I was on the verge of tears actually. Many a time people asked me where are my parents and everything... It's like I'm from an orphanage or from a faraway state but really, my dad's workplace is just half an hour away... After most family members left, I just started unpacking. There was this roommate of mine (who I later found out her name is Ashikin) who lined her cupboard with white sheets of paper and brought all her SPM books and it's like she's totally ready for the world out there and can never be any readier. and I felt like I'm so unprepared and didn't bring half the things I needed (though this was because I planned to go back every weekend). Still, it makes me at a loss of what to do.

First two days was really awkward. But after some time we sorta just got used to each other. I share a room with 3 other people- Ashikin (dentistry), Sharidah (physical science) and Fatehah (physical science). They are really fun people:) All three of them used to stay in a hostel so I really learned a lot from them... also not to mention that I felt behind -again-.
These days, there's almost always laughter in the room. I'm the youngest so I get bullied a lot... Lol. Ikin is always into books from what I see... She's a straight A1 student! and meticulous. Ida is the one who likes to bully me a lot (since she's the eldest) but she has a rich and contagious laugh. Teha prefers large crowds so she's usually out exploring UIA... They are all A students and super smart!

Ta'aruf week is tentatively only for that week. We even had a closing ceremony on Friday night! Though this week, we had what we call Post Ta'aruf. Which, to me, is still part of the Ta'aruf week. It was looooong and draaaging! So many briefings... There were at least 2 books and 4 talks on dress codes. On the Ta'aruf week, we are tentatively meant to finish at 11pm but by the time we close things and given last notices and dismissed, it is 12:30am. It takes a really long time to mobilise 1000 students. And I thought asking students to go up to the musolla at adni was already tiring.

Because of the vast amount of students, sometimes you feel like you're a nobody. Especially when we all have to wear the same baju batik and white tudung and white skirt. It's like... you can't recognize anyone unless you really focus properly.

Although there were really many people, i got to make friends along the way:) Made friends from the same course, from ta'aruf week programs etc. Of course I didn't feel totally alone because bama and maryam were there too. THough we don't meet all the time because there really are a lot of people and we have our own agenda sometimes.

There was a bai'ah session at the closing ceremony on last friday. The former head prefects and asst head prefects were called out to lead the bai'ah session. We went for rehearsals, auditions and practices. Since we didn't have much time (only two days!), we had to rehearse long hours. Never realized there could be so much work in reading a pledge. The intonation, the speed, the pause, the walking systematically and synchronized-ly and we also had to memorize the text so we'd know the pauses and everything. It's like repeating the text again and again til our voices become hoarse. One night, we even finished at 1:30am and I was so scared to walk back to my Mahallah. There were two other girls who had to accompany me back home. In the end, it wasn't much anyway... I mean, there was only one guy who lead it but we others had to walk behind him. I guess the seniors/ta'aruf committee in charge of the closing ceremony were really grilling us because they wanted it perfect because the dean of UIA PJ and Nilai were going to be there...

But I have to say the seniors are pretty nice. They made sure we're okay and helped us around. Some of them are funny (in a cute way). Well, we were told to give salam to the people we meet though sometimes when I do, they stare at me and walk away. Ahaha. I know it sounds so naive of me but whatever.

This chapter of my life: a lot of doing things independently. Finding timetable and walking here and there. Searching for the right people for the right things. Getting signatures just to leave...

I guess I'm getting used to it. Slowly:)

Still NZ

Finally the other camera has been fixed so I can put up a few of the pictures from there.

Still in Auckland. I love the autumn colours:)

In Rotorua: Live demonstration of sheep at the agrodome:)

With the sheep. They are real! When I first saw the brochure, I didn't think that they were real... but they were!

One of my most favourite moments in NZ: at the farm feeding the sheep. Sometimes it's kinda scary to have all the sheep running to you since you're holding the food in your hand (and sometimes it's even scarier that they might bite your hand off at the rate they're chomping down the food:|). They're all milling and pushing and shoving. Lol. Got quite used to it though. Apart from the sheep-might-crunch-my-fingers-to-pieces thing, it really is thrilling!:)

up close and personal with the farm animals. There were also emus, llamas, goats and ducks.

At the mudpark (named so due to the geysers there), there are some really cool playing equipments like this one. Sit on it and it keeps turning and turning because it's tilted on one side. Sooner or later, you'd just roll off because it's just so dizzying.

Just outside the entrance at Te Puia, the Maori (New Zealand orang asli) Museum. Where the camera went kaput. Lol.

buckle up part 2

The other day I follow my dad and Ahmad to see the car. The following pictures are (what's left) of the Unser (refer to previous post: Buckle Up). When I saw it, I was so horrified. I didn't think anyone can survive a car crash after seeing the vehicle end up looking this way...

Front view of the Unser.
You can see one side has a really bad dent with the paint coming off. That's where it hit the pole at the highway.

Side view.
back view.

Front screen/glass. If I'm not mistaken, it's tempered glass, so thankfully the glass didn't break, else it would have smashed into their faces. I think one more blow would have caused it to shatter to pieces.
The front screen from inside view.

Dents on top of the car after having overturned twice into a ditch.

Spoke (are they called spokes?) disconnected from the tyre.
all the windows were not intact anymore. Shards on the seats. Only this window 'survived'. But you can see it's bent inwards. Shattered but intact.

Ahmad took this picture. Seatbelt: still intact. Wear them.

I found out the reason only Ahmad has the concussion memory loss thing was because he kept his eyes wide open and saw everything whereas Saif kept his eyes shut the whole time. So it was more traumatic for Ahmad... Still, it's amazing they escaped with only cuts.
Again, wear seatbelts.

a new chapter

6 lengthy posts within two days! Now Aki or anyone for that matter can't complain that I don't update because I've written so much.

Tomorrow marks a new beginning for me. Another chapter in my life... Although it IS a bit late since a lot of people has already started but the reason I decided for this midyear intake was because it's the earliest I can get AFTER my NZ trip. If not, I would have actually joined in January or March.

It feels kinda fast because after coming back from NZ, there's a lot to do... Filling up (many) forms and packing up everything... Since I'd be staying in a hostel then it really IS a totally new experience for me. The longest I've been away from home is about a week (Ittiqaf).

People think that since I'm going then all that's left are my younger brothers. But actually my two older brothers are still at home. Saif being on internship so he comes back home everyday and Ahmad comes back home everyday too because HELP is so close (and also because they don't have a hostel i think). Which actually makes it way more harder because it's just me who won't be around anymore...

My brothers have all started teasing me that I'll be *thankfully* gone. They said I've had too long of a holiday. lol. It's all in good fun but then again I can't help feeling sorta sad to be away. When you know that you can't have something anymore, you notice all the small little details, you realize how much it all means to you and you wish you can just stop time and keep things that way.

Like at breakfast this morning, I'm going to miss having all my brothers screaming and shouting "where's my socks?" or "has anyone seen my schoolbag?" and all those things. And finally after having settled down, everyone would be at the table (this morning my mom's Nasi Goreng!) and someone would ask for a Milo ("half or full cup?") or Tea ("with honey or sugar?") and my dad would go "so what's the game plan for this week?" so that we'd know who's doing what and going where so we can all synchronize our timing and everything, especially now that we have one car... so the transportation have to be adjusted. So there's really a lot of noise (aka pandemonium) going on in the morning in our household. And there's so much laughter smiles and joy that I can't believe I always take it for granted every morning... and I've never really imagined that I won't be together with them at the breakfast table. Not that I've never appreciated all this. I DO! I'm not really so sure how to say it...

Throughout all this figuring out which college to enter and decision making, my parents has always been there: driving me to the EduFair, talking with all the people and asking this and that, giving me all the necessary documents , helping me open a bank account, be right next to me when I'm filling up all my forms, going out to get all the things I need... I mean, it makes me sound like I'm useless... lol. We've sat down for hours making decisions, sifting through the many colleges and foundation programs. It makes it all the more harder since I'm going to have to learn to handle a lot of things on my own...

My mom says it's part of life. My dad says everyone has to keep moving on. Sometimes I wish I don't have to... But I still understand anyway. And I'll get used to it... (hopefully).

Owh my mom got an email from her friend who asked if I'd like to study in Rice University in Houston, Texas and she also offered to accommodate me there! I was so excited and straight away googled it. Unfortunately, they don't offer Medicine. The type of courses are Biology or Chemistry... (sorry, elfie). Sometimes I become so obsessed with studying abroad that I feel like I don't mind whichever course I take as long as I get to go. I know it's a kinda wrong way to think but that's what... someone did. Oh well. God knows best:)

without wings.

Today I came across a stack of papers filled with poems I wrote. Most of them were written when I was in Sec 3... That's about three years ago. Nurul also used to love writing poems as much as I do. Maybe even more. Up til today, I will always remember her advice:
Don't let your words control your feelings; let your feelings control your words.

Here's a sweet one she wrote.

Our friends are like angels who brighten our days
In all kinds of wonderful magical ways
Their thoughtfulness comes, as a gift from above
And we feel we're surrounded by warm caring love

Like upside down rainbows, their smiles bring the sun
And they fill happy moments with laughter and fun
Friends are like angels without any wings
Blessing our lives with the most precious things.

Just for the record. This one's mine:

Big hands, small hands, short or long
Young ones, olde ones, weak or strong...
So many things to accomplish and do,
So many tasks with only two..

Writing, drawing, sketching, typing;
painting, colouring, gluing and cutting...
Tying shoelaces, knocking on doors;
mixing batter and much, much more.

The best of job that can be done
is giving a helping hand to anyone.

To dry their eyes when they're in tears
To hold them close when caught in their fear
To help assist between good friends
and shake their hands to make amends.

So here's an ode to our hands
We always owe them one big thanks!:)

Though of course, Iman's are incomparable.

If elves were princesses...

...and not mischevious little creatures, they would look like this:
*hint hint*
you know who you are:P

North Island, NZ

Our touch down to New Zealand was at the Auckland Airport. We went to Kea, a company for campervans. Our first stop was Takapuna, a campervan site next to the beach. We spent two nights there.

FIRST MEAL: Eating maggi at the back of the campervan. This dining area is doubled as a bed.

On the second day, we went to NewZealand's largest bookstore: Auckland's BORDERS. It was along Queen Street so when I went inside, it's like about a quarter of the size of Kinokuniya and I can't help thinking: Is this really the biggest bookstore in New Zealand?
After much exploring, I found that this bookstore had THREE floors; two of which are underground. I would have to say it is the BIGGEST bookstore I've ever been in. Like about twice as large as the Borders in Malaysia. It's pretty overwhelming to see SO many books! Finally, I settled on my all time favourite: Jodi Picoult. The latest which is: Change of heart (a must read!). Another book by Nicholas Sparks and Meg Cabot.

on the street outside Borders

Next stop was TopTen Rotorua holiday park. We had the most activities in Rotorua simply because there are really a lot of amazing things to do. In New Zealand, sheep outnumber people. So we went to the Agrodome; where they exhibit sheep and there was a show -ON STAGE!- of this man explaining about the 19 different species of sheep. All of which the real life 19 sheep were there. Next, he REALLY shearing off a sheep's 'coat'. There was a milking of a cow too and they brought a dog on stage to show how they chase the sheep. There was even milking of lambs!
We got to ride through the HUGE farm where we saw deer, Llamas, cows, bulls, goats, countless sheep, ducks, pigs and so many more! There was a treat at which we were able to feed the sheep right from our hands! At first it was really scary:( Because they can really close and were biting in everything. Sadly, all the photos are in the other camera so I can't put up any yet... But It was really fun with the sheep so close and milling around you.
Still in Rotorua, we visited Te Puia, a Maori 'musuem' where they exhibit the workings and lives of the Maoris. We learnt a bit of the NZ language. "Wh" is pronounced as "F".

the longest word i've ever come across; meaning "the gathering place for the war parties of Wahiou"

Anyways, it is not at all like a museum. At the Meeting House, there was a live performance; of which we (the visitors) are from another tribe and we were greeted into the house. We saw them sing and dance the Poi and the men did the Hakka! Now the Hakka is like a war dance done to scare the enemy and it really was scary the way they stomped, hissed and bulged their eyes...

outside the meeting house

Rotorua is known for its sulphuric smell because of the geysers there... The smell is compared to a rotten egg but it wasn't that bad. We saw a lot of geysers sprouting water and although it is meant to be super hot there, it isn't so heated up because the weather is quite cooling.

geysers in the background

We went to Palmerston North to visit my dad's cousin; Auntie Tahara. She has three small children; the youngest of which we played nonstop with. At 2, Haris is so adorable! He loves playing with his Thomas the Tank Engine and likes to break the wheels so that he'll go to Safi and say "Tomas brakken" who in turn would fix it back again -repeatedly.

little haris can fit inside the box!

Us and Auntie Tahara infront of the campervan

We went to the Wellington Museum which is FOC. There were many video clips, presentations, holograms and exhibitions. Again, it is like studying in Oman...

imitating a victorian-ish teacher. If she was alive then, I would have been spanked:P

at the council room where discussions go round with the "high council members"

Next day we were off the the South Island!:)

South Island, NZ

I can’t write an extensive detailed version of my trip to New Zealand because I don’t think there are words to describe the incredibly awed feeling.

My New Zealand entry would have to start with the South Island. This is because the pictures I have are mostly the South Island, because the other camera which has the North Island pictures is kaput.

on the ferry from the north to the south island

We took a ferry from Wellington (North Island) to Picton (South Island). Our first stop was a Chocolate Factory which (surprisingly) was called: Makana.

newly made chocolate confectionaries at Makana Chocolate Factory

Next, my dad drove to Dunedin; where the roads went up and down.

train station at dunedin

We met up with a Malaysian family whose address my dad acquired over the net. My dad always ensures that we have local contacts overseas in case anything happens or we want to hear the do’s and don’ts or the best places to go; a bit like an unofficial tour guide. Uncle Sabri’s house was great fun: I’ve never been so happy to eat Nasi Lemak. I chatted with Amirah(sec3), Aishah(sec2), Amni (Sec1/pri6)and (adorable) Aryanna (she’s 4; in kindergarten): the four daughters. I taught Aishah to draw manga (a lil), watched Saiyuki, and it was really interesting to listen to their school life. It reminded me a lot about studying in Oman... Once I asked Aryanna if she “likes studying in Kindi” and she replied, “We don’t study in kindi. We just play.” So cute.

from left: Amni, little Aryanna, Aishah and me!
Amirah sitting on the floor

Next stop: Otago Museum which has really fun stuffs. There was a rainforest area where there were butterflies inside. The humidity and heat reminds me a lot of Malaysia and makes me miss home.

entrance to Otago Museum

Maori boat at Otago Musuem

We drove 9 hours to Milford Sound, the most breathtaking view I've ever seen. We took a boat and cruise around. It is like looking at a postcard but with your eyes; which sometimes I can't believe that I'm even there. It is like looking from a movie. except that you can feel the water splashes and the wind against your face. It is so cold and there is so much wind that by the end of the boat ride, my lips have turned blue.

infront of the Milford Sound Cruiser

at the back of Sounds of Milford, the cruiser

I guess Milford Sound is the best place I've been to in New Zeanland. I got the rarest glimpse of a dolphin! It was so close to the boat and they are swimming and just showing off their fins at the surface of the water. And there was a huge full grown sized dolphin. I was awe-struck.

me:)
Milford Sound truly takes my breath away

Puzzling World was next. Filled with many puzzles, tricks, illusions and the likes, we had much mind-stimulating times. There were 3 parts; the labyrinth (a maze made of wooden planks); the illusion room (where the floor is slanted and also the Ames, a trick LOTR used during shooting) and just the playroom where there are many puzzle pieces and those kind of take-out-the-ring-from-this-tangle kind of puzzle. You know what I mean.

Inside, there's the tilted room where even water and a ball on a table seems to be flowing upwards


the toilet at puzzle world. This is NOT in the men's toilet. It was outside in between the men's and women's. The first thing I thought when I saw the picture was that Hey! I learnt this in Primary 6 when we studied the Roman times (or was it Victorian?)!:D

just playing on the swings during a stop on the way to christchurch

Last activity stop/state is Christchurch. We went to the Antarctica Attraction which was a part of how Antartica is. In the snowroom, I experienced the coldest temperature in my life; -18.5 degrees celsius. We got to play with snow! Though when you get hit with a snowball, it really hurts...

in an igloo at the snowroom

We got to see penguins!:D They are little blue penguins; they are from NZ if I'm not mistaken so they don't need ice to survive..

We got a ride in Hagglund Ride; the snow mobile used in the Antartica. It is a super scary ride for me because it goes up and down like a rollercoaster. I hate having my stomach lurch up and down and having the vehicle tilt so much that it feels like it can overturn any minute. But it was soon over and what a relief it was!

Two nights before we depart to KL, we stayed at Uncle Khairuddin's house. He has 6 kids all below 9 years old so there were a lot of hullabaloo (not so sure how to spell it lol). But we had lotsa fun!:)

Our last day, we basically just cleaned up and packed our things and we made our way to the airport to fly back to KL...