A Step, Two Steps, Three..

Recently, I've been making myself busy. Funny not? Not that I should be busy. I myself declared public holiday since last Thursday.

Well it really was a public holiday on Thursday. It was Ascension day. 3o days after Easter. When Jesus was ascended up to Heaven. Not that I would remember when I were to be back home. Well, we learn new things each day. So on Thursday, I went to visit the Neuschweinstein Castle. That will be another post. I did'nt bring my camera along. I was rushing. So I'll 1 day get the pictures.

Yesterday, there was a Niederbayern FlohMarkt. A big humongos Flea Market own by the Sparkasse Arena. Only 10minutes away from my hostel. It was so big until I did'nt know what to buy. I have been running out of things to buy lately. But I had aimed to get myself a bicycle.

I miss riding a bicycle. So I would be very glad to own one at this age. I last own one when I was 10. 10 years ago. So yesterday I got myself a bicycle. YEAY! It did'nt matter that it was 2nd hand, but it functions quite almost as a brand new lad. With my bargain to 50 euros, I brought my new ride home with glee.

I was not the only one who bought a new ride. Now, 4 Landshutters became bikers due to the great big flea market. So yeaterday evening, we went for a ride. Far off to Auloh. Which is the last station for the number 3 bus.

But at the end of the day..

MY KANANG HURTS!! BADLY. A REAL PAIN IN THE ASS!

seriously, those hours riding will turn my backside blue. If it minimizes, I dont even mind. Now my kanang feels like it dog binamtab muto. huhuhuu...
So I should tell myself to go get a new seat.

I've been calling home quite frequent recently. Home has been chaotic. And electrifying due to preps for Gawai. Just don't forget me in the midst if Pansoh n Kajak Pangan.

Home, wait for me home.. just a few months away!

Th Big no 21

I turned 21. 6 days ago. But somehow I don't feel like I'm 21. I just feel normally me. Funny ey? people always say the age 21 is the year of freedom, symbolized by the key to your heart. Mature enough to be married, be a mother and so on. I guess turning older means more responsibility and have a diffrent point of view in life.

But then again,
AGE IS JUST A NUMBER.
it does not make you any mature in any way if you don't make yourself.

So this was how i celebrated my 21st birthday. So superly duperly great event that I really didn't expect at first. With the attendance of almost 50 people, this was a big WHOA!

I'll show more pics than decribe the events in words. Pictures are worth more than a thousand words.

Those who came from near and far.. who made this a memorable event.

(not all are in the picture)

Than they went off to play football

And we had dinner together
Preperation for the evening. Pics from all around.

And the fire startedit became smokey


We had other things at the same time, guitar playing, pingpong, badminton and not forgetting football.

In the cold spring night air, we all sat around the fire... and one starts a ghost story. and another and another.. then i went cos i couldnt bare to scared the hell out of myself. haha

we were amazed by one of the four earth elemnt.. FIRE!!

It than turned midnight.. Happy Birthday!!

Thank you Hanis and And!!! yeahh.. great bakers!

At the end of the day, All smiles for everyone!

Not forgetting gifts I've received..

Roses for the girl turning 21, 21 roses.

I was favored by the DHL postman on monday morning.
Packets came for me. And I'm not sure who its from.

This is from the girls up north.
Thank You Anis, Annd n Belle!!

And the present from Mummy came including with her shipping of foodstuff 3 months ago. Damn HAPPY!!

I didn't have the time to snap a pic of Blass, the golden retriever puppy given by Kempteners. Not forgetting Gifts from Afiq n Bachok, and chocs from Adli and Mie.
Thaks so much.

Till now, this is how my room looks like after a weekend blast! (a bit neater now, I suppose)

Overall, I would really like to extend my heartiest greatest Thank You to those who came. Great times we have shared. A great memorable 21st Birthday..

Lots of Love.. Reeyau

The *Blings* Of Mothers

Today is Mothers Day. I missed Mothers Day at home again. And it makes me miss my home even more each day. So I'm going to dedicate this post to all mothers out there reading especially my mother back home.

Mothers are precious diamonds that most of us tend to forget. As we grew older, we tend to leave behind our best friend who was always our shining Armour for the early stages of our lives. She still is our shining Armour though. But she keeps still and sit back to watch, in case her child needs her though they brag to the world that they can do things in their own strength.

She watches her sons give flower bouquets to their partners, her daughters being pampered by their other halves. Deep inside, reluctant to speak are those small voices that she would also love to be like that. But no, none of us knows whats deep inside. Because a Mother will only keep silent, and watch everything passes her eyes.

And the day comes when her child falls, she'll always be by their side. No matter what hurt she has towards them, she erases it, only to show her love and care. Her son from a broken relationship, her daughter being cheated. And then there she is, always willing to comfort. She would give her wise words, and her comforting shoulder. She would cry with you and tell you it's ok. No matter how forsaken she felt when she seems nowhere near your private life.

The circulation than goes on, we repeat the same mistake. We rise, we fall, we achieve, put our graduation hats on, some of which she never had. She watches her child gain in life and you know how she's proud of you. She will always remind you and tell you that she's proud of you and how much she loves you. All those mushy love languages you can't reply her. You think you're too cool for it. But how many times do you reply those love languages to your mother compared to your girlfriend or boyfriend, which you are not securely with? Again, she just sits there. Still overflowing her love unto you.

Mothers are humans to. Not slaves to feed and clean for you. A humble heart made by God to always shelter you and keep you in good shape. All she can do is Love you, as Love really conquers all.

Make a phonecall home, she would love to hear from you. Tell her how you love and cherish her. Thank her for who you are now, what she has thought you. May it be folding origamis, riding your bike, teaching you how to treat others well. All those shaped you now. Made you who you are.

She is your cook, tutor, partner, bestfriend, an overall perfect giver of life, that sometimes stay silent. Appreciate her.

As for me, this is for mummy.

Through tunders and blizzards you kept me warm, you shelterter me from the raging wind. You told me my drawing was pretty though it was sick. You still tied my dress though I was big. You thought me to love and to cherish others, to treat others how you want me to be treated. You showed me how to appreciate life, though most of the time it turns its back on you, the heart to forgive people after what they have done to you.

I never knew how you felt being both mum and dad, how you struggled through words that are bad. All I knew was you never show that you were sad. Criticized, despised, though you were not guilty, all you did was to make sure your daughters grew up and know how to lead. Through prayers and supports, and hardcore faith, God always answers, you always reminded me that. Maybe not in my time but His time.

I call you my superwoman, and I always admired how you could always handle things by yourself, but I know how God kept you strong. Thank you for always being there, thank you for being my best friend and all those moments that we shared.

I Love You Mummy. that's the best thing I could say.

Lots and Lots and Lots Of Abundant Love... Reeyau