London: the very last day

This post has been ignored on my draft since forever.


Sunday. January 20th, 2013.

Today was snowing pretty hard, well at least for me, because I read on newspaper and my host mum Michelle told me that some flights are delayed due to the snowstorm (I'm not sure if you can say it snowstorm, but its like snowrain) here in London.

Today is the day I'm flying back home.

I'm so excited, I miss home so much. I miss my family, the foods and my friends. It's not like I'm not sad I'm gonna leave this amazing country, but because everyone had left me, so the only reason I'm gonna cry over my journey back to indonesia tonight is I'm so so so gonna miss this city a lot (and the memories in it and the people and best friends and love I found here for the past five months) and I don't know when I'll be able to come again.

I woke up at 6 AM and I felt strange, I'm flying home tonight.
I've planned that I'm gonna visit Aunt Ellen's friend's house because, well, because I bought too many things, my baggage surely is overload, so yeah Aunt Ellen suggested me to hand over some of my baggage to her and she will send it all the way to Indonesia by DHL, or something like that. But, since she lived three hours away from London, I can't go there so she said I can put my baggage to her friend's house in Crystal Palace and luckily its just fifteen minutes drive from my home!

So, yeah, then I took the taxi there and man, it was so difficult pulling 20kilos suitcases on snow!!! So, once I arrived I looked around I managed myself to take a picture first in a very very cold weather because it was tooo beautiful! It's been snowing for three days.
I knocked the door and there she was, Tante Chika opened the door and she pleasently did greet me.

They let me in and what came straight to my head was, KOK RUMAHNYA BESAR YAAAA? Compared to my host mum's house, this house is waaay larger! This isn't fair. I should have spent my stay in London in Tante Chika's house!!!
It was very warm inside the living room, after she asked me to, I sat on her couch and, well about Tante Chika, she's been living her for like, five years? I forgot. She married a british man (I'm so jealous, lol) and she once lived in Jakarta for a few years, but because of Om Steve's job (Tante Chika's husband) so they had to go back to England. Dan tau gaaaak, they have a veeeeerrrrryyyyyy beautiful daughter that looooks a lot like Suri Cruise! Her name is, uh, I forgot again, but let's just call her Suri.

SHE'S LIKE SO VERY CUTE. Duh. And beautiful. And smart.

When I arrived there, ternyata Om Steve lagi nyetrika dan Tante Chika lagi bikin sarapan.
And you know what, when he was ironing the clothes, we talked and talked and talked like we are old friends who technically just reunited after years and years being separated! He's really a good man. We were talking about Jakarta; the traffic, Rupiah, politics (yes, I do talk about politics sometimes too), THE FLOOD, my school and my family. It was such a good time.
He even joked around and told me how difficult it was after marrying Tante Chika and she can not cook, so he had to make dinner, but he loves her so much (aww) and about the house that can't ever be neat; it is always untidy.
I laughed a lot at his joke and in a moment of minutes Suri went downstair and I was like, "Tante Chikaaaa, she's sooo cute! Isn't she Suri Cruise?"
She laughed and answered, "is she? Yeah, I'm pretty sure he does resemble a lot like me! Haha!"
Om Steve: "You mean her beauty and infinite cuteness are all from you? Well, Chika, its from me. She looks a lot like me. I'm such a handsome dad."
Tante Chika: "Oh come on, look at her. Her not-too-big eyes, not-too-pale skin (and some stuff she mentioned but I forgot) are inherited from me."
Om Steve: "but her blue eyes, blond hair.. oh, stop it. She does look like both of us."

Then we all laughed. Such a cute couple. *mupeng*

For a few minutes I talked and played with Suri and as the clock struck 10 am, I remembered that I need to go back, well Brenda my Indonesian friend and I have a plan, we're gonna meet at Embankment Pier for the last London walk together and there I said to Om Steve and Tante Chika that it was a very pleasure to meet them. They hugged me and there I felt a bit empty yet blessed that God had really sent me such amazing people.

I walked to the station and MAN IT WAS LIKE 2 MILES AWAY and I had to walk alone under the snowstorm!!!!

After 15 minutes of walking in despair yet happiness too that felt like forever because it was wayyy so cold, I finally arrived at the station and I had to wait another ten minutes for the train to come. It was freezing.

Well, the train came and it took about 30 minutes to arrive in Victoria and I just found out that Victoria is such a hugeee station! I thought it's just like Charing Cross, but it was more like Waterloo Station. Okay, telat. Then I took the tube to Embankment Pier and there it is Brenda wasn't there yet, I waited for another minutes on Starbucks with my hot chocolate and I sat on the window chair. This is my last time seeing this view. People walking fast, they all looked busy, some of them wearing work suit, some of them looked casual and I always love looking at them. It sounds creepy, eh? But, you're gonna love to look at people when you're in London. 


Brenda came and we decided to stroll around Bigben, Westminister and Southbank to take last picture and Green Park or Hyde Park and as everyone expected THEY WERE ALL SO VERY BEAUTIFUL.

I'm so gonna miss this beautiful, admirable, romantic, amazing city very very much.

Then, we walked past Southbank (really, Southbank covered with snow is a total beauty) and Bigben, took a picture with BigBen for the last time and we went downstairs to the Westminister Station and get on the train towards Green Park.

And that was what we first saw once we went out from the tube station (well, with a little more walk too) :') 
Everything looked magically beautiful. I can't really stop saying Alhamdulillah, I'm so blessed. God loves me this much that I'm able to see, to touch, to experience snow. Hahaha, lebay ya. But, well yeah, that's what I feel.

We strolled around the Green Park, took million pictures, guling-guling, talked about lots of things and we once felt jealous we saw some people played.. you know, I don't know how to name it in English but it's like, jadi kita duduk diatas papan gitu nanti ditarik sama orang lain turun ke tempat yang lebih landai AND IT SEEMED VERY FUN! 
Well, we walked and walked 'till finally both uf us felt something strange....... and that was our feet. Freezing and cold. Mati rasa juga hampir dua jam jalan-jalan dibawah hujan salju. 

I saw my clock and it struck 2 PM and I guess it's really the time to go back home, since the taxi car (which was already booked by the school last week) will pick me up at 6 to the airport. It did feel sooo heavy to realise that was my last time seeing Green Park (at least for in a few years ahead).
We both took the tube to London Bridge Station and it was time to say goodbye there, it was a bit sad. Well, we spent almost a month together here in London. But, surely, we'll meet again soon, Bren!

So, I waited alone for a few minutes again and I felt a strange feeling coming through my chest just by looking around. I looked around me, there were some people, mostly they were busy with their own phones, they are also going home with the next train from this station and I was thinking like, "this people won't feel the same like I do. I'm not going to get off from this station anymore tomorrow." I felt sad.

I sat by the window and I really couldn't feel my check, my hands, my feet, everything. The heater on the train didn't really work on me at the weather like this. I took the phone out of my coat pocket and there was a moment of silence. This is my last train towards Catford Bridge. Hahahaha ha ha.
And again, everything was sooo very beautiful outside. Rooftops covered with snow, the leaveless trees, everything.

I arrived at Catford and I remembered that Michelle asked me to buy a milk and I went to the store first and bought a bottle of milk and some candies and A DORITOS! Well, two bags of Doritos!!! (Google if you have no idea what is it, but it's kind of, like, a happiness). Then, I waited for the bus which I realised too that it was my last bus to my home and when I got off the bus, I smiled to the driver and said, "thank you, driver!" with all of my heart. I usually always say thank you to bus driver, and most of the time they didn't respond at all, but THAT TIME HE SMILED BACK (because usually they didn't!) at me and answered, "your welcome, darling." 
You know, most of people in Britain often use the term Darling, Honey, Sugar, Sweetheart and other gombal words like that and don't get too surprise if the bus driver, the cashier lady, the police on the street called you with one of those words. 

Well, maybe the driver knew today was my last day in London.

I arrived home and gave out the milk to Michelle and said I wanna check my things upstairs and well yeah, I rechecked my stuffs, put my baggage downstairs (ofcourse with Michelle's help), went online for a while to write to my London's friends telling them I'm going back home in a couple of hours and there is it, Michelle called me downstairs and telling me that the taxi has arrived. I was like, what, it hasn't even 6 PM! then I looked out from the window, oh yeah he's arrived. 

I went downstairs, after I really checked everything that my tickets, passport, phone, wallet, and like everything is ready. I hugged everyone. Michelle, Enzo (Michelle's son) and Nicky (my roommate). I said to them, I'll literally be going back. Then, I got on the taxi. Anyways, it was still snowing.

Once I got on the car, the driver reminded me to rechecked everything again. My travel documents and stuffs. I said that everything is well-prepared this time. Such a toughtful man. 

From the beginning of the ride, we talked a lot. I looked at him, he's completely white, I mean, a caucasian and he has that british accent. We talked for a few minutes after he started driving, till there was a moment he said something surprising.

Driver: Yes, Insya Allah.

I was like, WHAT. "Sorry?" and he said, "Insya Allah." again.
I was too surprised, "Uh.. Are-are you a.. muslim?"
He then laughed and answered, "yes, I am!" LOLOL and my happiness scale from 1 to 10 bolted up to 11!!! Then, we talked about a looooooooot of things!!! 
(It felt so surreal that I just met another family here.)

His family, my family, my school, Islam in Indonesia, Islam in England and then I found out that he's a british, but his father came all the way from Greece to study here and he married a british woman and this kind guy, Mr Hasan, my driver, born here. Now he has three daughters, "such a big responsibility, you know?" and we both laughed. 

You know, meeting muslims isn't difficult here. There are a lot of immigrants who came all the way from Pakistan, Iran, Palestine, Africa and some other parts and they're all muslims. What made me so surprise and happy and amazed and blessed is because he's a white (note this: I'M NOT BEING RACIST HERE), muslim man. And that was my second time seeing a white, muslim man after five months living here. Then why was that? Because, it made my dream somehow looks possible. My (everyone said that it is a) childish dream about Jason. (I even told him about my dream, like "you know, Mr Hasan, I always wanted to marry a caucasian guy and he has to be a muslim!") and he answered like, "oh that's good! is it one of the reason you came here?" HAHA GOTCHA, he guessed it right!
Um, well, I came here for study too! 

When I was talking with him, I kept looking things outside the window. It was dark already--London at night is beyond beautiful, but everything I just saw will really be missed for the next years and years and years. I can't believe I'm leaving already.

"This is Chelsea Bridge." 
I don't remember that there was the bridge named Chelsea, but he said we almost reach the airport. 
Then right, ten minutes later I could see the huge yet not-as-amazing-as-HK-airport London Heathrow Airport sign. 
We talked a little bit more till we arrived at the terminal and I'm so so so so grateful beyond anything that God just sent me another kind man to help me at my very last minutes here. 
I thanked him a lot, I said I really wish I could meet him again in the future and he asked me to send his best regards to my family! Such a kind man. 
After salam and so many thankyou and goodbyes and waving hand, I finally entered the airport.


Everything went well during the immigration process. I met another kind lady in the boarding room and she was from Malaysia, we talked a little bit until we got inside the plane. 
Well, I can't help it but i'm being super norak but the plane was the coolest plane I've ever been on! It got three-decks and the foods were awesome and I heard that it was like the newest type of airbus from Emirates, so... yeah! I enjoyed the flight to Dubai to the fullest! Tehehehe.
And again, the man who was sitting next to me was kind (again)! He helped (when I need) me a lot. I couldn't be more grateful. Oh Godness.

We landed in Dubai after, maybe, about eight hours flight, and we had to get off and move to another plane which was soooo far away from the first terminal the plane landed at. We needed to take a shuttle skytrain and I was so excited I could see a little bit of Dubai outside! Yay. The sun was shining so bright and I can't remember when was the last time I could feel the sunlight was thiiiis hoooooot!!!

One word: Dubai Airport was SUPER cool. You know what, I was totally alone during my flight home, but I really enjoyed everything a lot all by myself. It was totally cool. 
Looking around, getting lost and meeting new people.. 

So, yeah. Arriving at the boarding room and I noticed everyone in that room looked so familiar.......... OH YEAH. They were all Indonesians. And they were all, old. I mean, semuanya kakek-nenek dari Indonesia yang baru pulang umroh. 
Yup. Another seven-hours to Indonesia with granmoms and granddads (who can not speak English at all!) and BELIEVE ME IT WAS THE MOST DIFFICULT MOMENT I'VE EVER HAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

And I will write that at another chance. It was like one of the highlight moments in my life.

But, so far. I enjoyed everything during my flight home. 
I tried to memorizing everything that happened at the last five months and I'm being beyong grateful to Allah that there are none of them which I don't thankful for. I thankful for every-single-thing that ever happened and they are all so priceless and I will not forget them forever. Alhamdulillah.

London: Hyde Park

I'm terribly sorry that I really can't get over with London... It's been six months since I'm home and I always always always miss this city and I always wanna go back and I always wanna meet everyone. Daniel, Yusuke, Islam, Kim, Angelica, Dilara, Yvette, every single one...

Anyway, first of all, the exams are all over. Thank God. It's really the time to take some fresh air and leave everything behind. I'm not taking another exams anymore, you know, like another national univs outside Jakarta, because Dad didn't allow me to. The thing is I won't be going outside the city for my college. So, if the worst happens, at least I know I'll still be going to the campus this august. I've learnt a lot, y'know, my bestfriend been always telling me like, no matter everywhere I study medical, at the end I'll still be a doctor, right? It depends on yourself how you create a productive-self like if you can always get A's in all your exams for six years then when at the end of your bachelor degree, you can get cumlaude, if you know what i mean. Again, at the end, you'll be a doctor too. I won't care if somebody tells it's still different for the job prospect in the future--yes, it IS different if you're going to work in this country. It's not when you're planning to work overseas. You know, to live in Australia is my second goal after 'to be a doctor' goal, ofcourse with my future family later... Well, this is all my opinion...and my goal.

British Countrysides: 3 Days in Cotswold

This is quite a melancholy sunday afternoon because I've been seeing christmas-y and snow-y pictures on instagram and it really breaks my heart. I don't understand why can't I get over with London? It's desperately been a year and I keep missing that city and it's getting harder. So then, I went up to my facebook page and scrolled down london picture I found all the pictures Aunt Ellen had taken during my short visit to Bourton-on-the-Water.

Anyway, the pic below was taken from Aunt Ellen's dslr camera and I think it looked like it was taken from a disposable cam. Don't ya think so? 

Uncle Phil and Aunt Ellen
me being so fashion-y disaster for a pink sweater underneath a bright yellow cardi
The pic above was taken on my third day of visit which was my last day in Bourton which was also the first snow in 2013. It was on sunday, we decided to stroll down the town and had a breakfast at the nearest cafe. I can say it that the cafe was beyond cute, like any cafe you could ever find in any winter wonderland in any disney movies, i didn't take pic because the battery died, so unfair.

The typical british breakfast. It wasn't mine, it was Uncle Phillips's. I didn't take pic of mine, but fortunately Aunt Ellen did. Praise God

Oh well, that's me with my breakfast. I can't remember what was the name of the food, but i can remember it was yummy and.....warm. By the way, look, I was like a pig, i was sooo fat during my last days in the UK.

The day before, well this is a backward post though, we visitied Aunt Ellen's friend, who has been living in the UK for about 18 years, because her husband had a birthday dinner and that day was one of my memorable day in my life. I felt so lucky because I was able to experience a real british tradition. 
Yes, as you can see at the first picture, me sitting at the dinner table, was ready for some great foods. As i can remember, there were pudding, roasted chicken, bacon, sausages, fruits soup and oh it was heaven and they didn't treat me like i was stranger... I really felt like I was one of them too. I mean, like, i was their family too. 

Smell some great foods?
Yes, i didn't take off my jacket, it was cold, it was freezing to death even you were already sitting infront of the fireplace. But really, I am so blessed for everything they, The Millmore Family, had given to me that day, specifically the love which made me feel so loved, eventho they just knew me that day, and blessed, and also the food. I'm not kidding.

This is true. I can't wait to grow up, and wander. I've been finding out what my passion is, because I was jealous to my friends who had known theirs, like drawing, fashion-sketching or stuffs, and I've finally found out; wandering.
It's not traveling, not like that typical one or two-weeks visit to a new place. But really, it's wandering, meeting some new local people and get lost. By ourselves. Not guided, it's just yourself. I've said for hundreds time, I love to see things from another different perspective. 

I really wish Jason will have so much in common on wandering with me.

British Countryside

"You played yourself. 
But did you, did you think you could really find love from someone else?"

I've been listening to Nsync again lately.. I don't know why, but their song never gets old. I always love Nsync.... and JC.

Oh yes!! It was snoooowing like you can see in the picture aboveee! But wait, it wasn't in London. London wasn't snowing like that, but I was in Bourton-on-the-Water! Two and a half hours drive from London.. I know, the name of the town is really cute! I DO LOVE LOVE LOVE THAT CITY SO BAD. I visited my auntie's childhood bestfriend there, she's been living here with her family for 13 years, that's long time I know. I stayed for three days and they took me everywhere during my stay.

When I said everywhere, I mean everywhere.

They drove me to Stonehenge and Bath at the first day and took me for a really nice (and expensive) dinner in Cheltenham. It was terribly cold and windy and raining that day... So so horrible. We were in Stonehenge for 10 minutes only, because it was really windy. I only took a few pictures and... we went back to the car. You know Stonehenge, right? This:

I even couldn't take a picture properly......... It was so so so windy that day.

Arrived in Bath, they said I need to go to the Roman museum.... which was I do not understand at all. I mean, the history value they said. I really really really did not understand, but I tried to enjoy anyway. And I finally did, when I found a hot spring. Standing there for like twenty minutes and taking a lot of pictures and got my body warmed...

The second day. Aunt Ellen's husband, Uncle Phillip got sick... I think it was because of me, I've been having a very bad cough these days. He stayed at home all day, while Aunt Ellen and I went to Stratford in the morning, to see Shakespeare's birthplace and stuff. I swear it was really really beautiful...... and we had a really nice wheater that day. Very sunny, eventhough it was still cold, but we've got some sunshine! A very rare thing in England.

After that we drove to another village... It was super far, like we drove for one hour away, but I mean, if I said one hour here in the countryside of England, it means that it's really really far. Not like in Jakarta, one hour is probably just from Pondok Gede Tol to Halim with traffic jam.

The important thing is what we were up to in that another village. Yes, we went to Aunt Parti's house, aunt Ellen's friend who has been living in England for 16 years, another Indonesian married to a british man and got two beautiful kids in their family! As far as I'm concerned, the house was SO big and pretty. Aunt Parti's husband, Uncle Mark had a birthday dinner and they invited us to come. You know, it was really something to me. I got to know the real british family. As soon as I arrived, they welcomed me soooooooooo nicely. I really really really love them. Grandma Margareth, Aunt Sue and Uncle Marc as well.

I always always always love british accent. I'd give anything for that. Really. Eventhough they said my english is really good, but my accent and grammar are just--no. Anyway, after I visited Millmore Family, I decided to marry a british man and live in England....... I wish. I wish.. I wish :))))

The third day, and I told you that the weather the day before was so beautiful, like you can see in the picture in Shakespeare's stuff. BUT that day, it was snowing. I woke up in the morning with Aunt Ellen's scream, "ECHAAA IT'S SNOWIIING GET UP!" because she knew I was dying to see snow... I was sleeping in Aunt Ellen's daughter, Abigail's room. She is really cute, but she's too shy and talks a little, we couldn't talk a lot. Abi also has a younger brother, Sammy and he's very very very cute and always smile. He does resemble his dad, always smile. Too bad that day, they had to go to school, although it was snowing. They were so upset that the school weren't off. So, after Uncle Phillip took the kids to school, while I was playing outside with the snow, we drove to the village....

They took me to eat in the british cafe and I ate British soup. Too bad my camera was died, so I couldn't take any pictures. It was so british: a bowl of veggie soup with slices of bread, bread with butter and a cup of english breakfast tea. I know it was expensive... But I don't understand, I think for them, paying 36 pounds for breakfast is normal. If you know what I mean.
After we finished our breakfast, we drove back home because I had to pack things. I got an hour to skype with Mom and show her the snow! Hahaha norak ya

Then they drove me to Cheltenham at 1 because my bus comes at 2.15. It was sad to leave, I really like that village... I promise myself, I'll be back in the future :)

A Day in Oxford

So, here we go, people, nine days left to fly home. Do I sounds happy? I do. It's like happy and sad at the same time. Happy because I'll meet my family, my friends and my huge bedroom. I mean, my room here is only a quarter of my bed room (to anyone who knows my bedroom back home, will understand how tiny my bedroom is here), and we have to share with another girl. I really really miss my bedroom. Then, the sad part is, I love this city. Everything. The people, the park, even a little sunlight we can get here, the cold, everything.
The most important thing is because I met lots of good people in this city, who has becoming a part of my life. Friends, who I've never imagined before. Friends like Yvette, who always taking care of me, and Kim, who always says "don't listen to other's people opinion! Do it!" and people told me I've became 'Mini Kim' now. Dilara, who always listen to a very detail and specific thing, always neutral and loving. Not to forget mentioning Angelica, Yusuke, Kathrin, Mariana, Thiago, Jose, Janson, Mary, Akari, Patricia, Minako, Ali, Richard and the only one favorite teacher of mine Daniel Bunbury. Now, I've realized what made me feel I-want-to-go-home-real-soon is because I don't have them anymore here, which is really sad.

Anyway, yesterday I was really sick. Like 39 degree celcius fever, bad headache, flu and annoying cough. The school took me to the hospital yesterday, which was for me so unforgettable. The funny thing was this illness came from my roommate, she was really sick, she got really bad flu and sneezed every-minute, so she used our bin to throw her boogie (eww). But, because she's very slovenly, very very slovenly, to be honest I also want to get rid of having her as my roommate, then she didn't put away a bin of her boogie in the toilet, she just left that in our room. How-disgusting. Then yeah, you can guess, I got sick because of her boogie-virus. I'm sorry I'd sound so rude, but I'm so done with her. She had never cleaned the room, it's been always me. Oh my God. Thank God I'll spend four days in Chatelham Spa for this weekend, and I'm going home next week.

The first pictures above were taken when I was in Oxford last sunday. Oh my God, Oxford is such such a beautiful city. I love everything there. Especially, knowing that Oxford was the place where Harry Potter filmed some of the scenes... I also went to Christ Church (ofcourse!). I couldn't believe, just could not, I was there. I was in the great hall of hogwarts, hogwart's corridor, hogwarts' stairway...

I know, my face was

But Oxford is totally different from London.. No traffic and less people. And shopping centre isn't just everywhere like in London, which is for me it's good for myself. I do love shopping and here in London, shopping centre is everywhere. So, if I've chosen Oxford for my destination, that'd be good for myself and my wallet. Yeah, I should've chosen Oxford...

Very well, for my 2013's resolution, I don't ask for any specific. I want to be grateful more than ever. Oh of course, I want to be a medical student this year.

London: New Year 2013

So, it's 2013 (D+7) already, buddy. Yeah I know, everyone does think the time is running really fast like an arrow. We have to be more grateful that God had given us the chance to live this far. Anyway, I'm proudly say I'm 18 years old right now. Hehehe, you know what, this is totally different with last year when I turned 17. I desperately didn't want to be 17 and stay at 16, I didn't know why but 17 seems super old... But, here, when everybody always treat me like a kid (although everyone does in Indonesia) and keep calling me with 'under eighteen', I was really happy when I turned 18.

I was in Waterloo Bridge on New Year Eve to watch London Fireworks, it was really fun, thousands of people came, eventhough I prefer the fireworks in Disneyland. But, when we did the countdown from 60 seconds, it was super duper fun...!!! 

I took the picture from google, because I was busy and amazed taking a video of the fireworks, but it was as awesome as it looked in the picture above! The fireworks only lasted from about 6 minutes, maybe, and we waited for 2 hours at Waterloo Bridge because we wanted to get the best place (and we did!). It always feels awesome, when the whole world celebrated your birthday. Hehehehe...

BUT to get home was a real madness. From Waterloo Bridge to Charing Cross actually needs 10 minutes walk, but after the fireworks, it totally needed 90 minutes. So crowded like I've ever imagined before... Drunk people were everywhere... And there was a moment, when we were stuck in the middle of the people ocean, a guy kept staring at me and suddenly asked me, "hey kid, are you okay?" and I was, "I am.." and he said, "you look so pale. Are you sure you're okay?"  and he kept giving me a way to go first. He was a nice stranger guy<3 p="p">

The day, I was waking up with my host-mother screaming from the first floor, 'hey birthday girl, wake up!' and Enzo, her three-years-old sang Happy Birthday to me. It was really cute.. Then I spent the rest of the day with Dilara & Yvette in Covent Garden. As you can see, they gave me a birthday treat!!! Once again, they gave me. I mean, in our culture, Indonesian culture, I don't know if it's a culture or not, but when we are the birthday person, so we are the one who treats people you want to treat, but Dilara & Yvette bought me everything. The cupcakes, the candles, the drinks, the candies, everything.... Eventhough it's only three of us, it was one of my sweetest birthday ever. 

P.S: It's 13 days left to go home! Not sure if I should be really happy or sad...