As many times as I blink I think of You

In this context, YOU is referred to KIBA. KIBA aka Kursus Intensif Bahasa Arab. Why do I hyperbolically treasure KIBA? It all started like this…

24^th May 2012

I arrived at D’Embassy Residence & Suites in Kuantan for the registration and this is where I gonna stay for the next 3 months. Everything was so odd for me for the first time but I was excited. Excited of getting new friends, experience and knowledge. On the first day all students were given a briefing about the program in the D’Embassy Hall. That was also when I usha-usha all the students just to the faces that I’d be friends with. I kinda felt down to earth because I know that all of them are high achievers. But that doesn’t disturb me much as my first goal here was to focus on the studies.

My room was B5-31 and there will be 6 students sharing. My roommates are Fatin Hamimi, Zawin Najah, Hazirah, Sumayyah Hanoum, and Razznie Elyssa. At first it was awkward because we were new aquaintances. But they are the most awesome people I have to say.

The place that we’ll be studying is at IKIP International College, IKIP 5 Taman Pertanian. It was a nice place though the buildings looks like secondary schools’ buildings. Ouh before I forgot, there are about 137 students who joined KIBA 2012. 69 are MARA Medical students (50 dentistry & 19 medic), and the other half are of Islamic Banking & Economy, Qiraat & Ulum Islamiah students under Yayasan Pahang and MARA. We were given more briefing about the program & studies at IKIP Hall. Some of the Ustaz/Ustazah used Arabic language when giving the briefing and I was like, “okay, now I’m screwed….”. But I wasn’t that all worried because I’m not the only person here who doesn’t understand arabic fluently.

Long story cut short, after a few days staying at D’Embassy, we have the orientation aka OSEM (Orientasi…) at Pantai Sepat. This is when I started knowing some of my batch mates. All this to say, you totally can’t judge a person by its cover. The people here, are just so talented. Not to mention their critical thinking and public speaking abilities. MasyaAllah, I was mesmerized by the talents. I was among the group named Orang-orang Osem (O3) and I was the raisah – randomly picked by the facilitator. My team mates, are OSEM indeed. I’m totally in love with their passion and spirit. I was humbled by their osemness.

 These are the people! Miss them :)

 Though we didn't win, I still think we're the best. SINCERELY.

This is a mosque. Our mission was to make a building or sculpture out of scraps. Ali a.k.a Hazarul Afiq made a GREAT job of describing this mosque, which made him the best participant in this camp. I couldn't agree more. 

IKIP - Day 3

Well, today is my Day 3 at Kuantan. I'm here, on my bed, in my hostel, at D'Embassy.

P/S : D'Why D'Do D'People D'Really D'Like D'To D'Put D'Names D'For D'Hotels D'Or D'Restaurants D'Like D'This?

Anyway, the place is great, the studying might be challenging a lil' bit but I ought to do my best. Afdhal! Ececeh.. Gambatte! To anyone who read this, pray for my best please..

Some of the things I learnt from here is that you must totally be confident in yourself, and always always be independent. I also learn a new thing. The thing called homesickness. During twilight, visuals of home, family, cat, old friends always took over my mind. That's the time I always questioned myself. Is this what I want? Can I survive this? Am I being too ambitious that my heart can't take it?

But, as far as I'm concerned I'm doing okay :-)
As the sun shines brightly, my mood and spirit would incline back and my realisation of doing what's right came taking over. I must do my best and survive this for the sake of my family, and the future family of my own. LOL.

I'll continue writing my experiences here, again. Until then, assalamualaikum.

The Word Thank You

To me right now, the word thank you have many meaningful meanings in it, as well as many people I want to say it out loud to them. And, to Allah in which I wanted to repeat the word thousands of time in my heart.

My family members, for never giving up on me, and did what ever it takes so that the thing called secured future is always there for me.

My friends, whom I thought they just couldn't get any better, but they just did! Thanks for the all the support, and thanks for being sucha sport!

Thanks to Allah for all the chance You've given. At times I thought I've sinned too much that I didn't deserve anymore chances, yet You're still there pouring me with Your kindness. I just couldn't thank more..

Thank you so much!

;-)

"Masuklah kamu ke negeri Mesir, Insya Allah kamu berada di dalam aman" 

- ( Yusuf : 99 )

Writing Is a Beautiful Thing

I am grateful, for I've been capable of writing and reading.

There are some in this world who never learn how to do so.




For me, writing is a beautiful thing. It is my way of telling stories, my way of showering my readers with my deep inner feelings and emotions, my way of showing who I truly am in the inside, my way of sharing my secrets, my way of conveying my personal thoughts, my way of showing what's going on in my secretive mind, and my way of weeping in silence.

Everything I wrote, really comes from my heart and I usually write when there's something altering my emotions. Wow, sounded really dramatic right? But to be quite frank, I'm a pretty dramatic person when it comes to writing. But what's funny is that I can never speak the way I write. In person, I think I'm a rather stoned-face person, and it's a really hard thing for me to share my true feelings when it comes to things that only matter to me, and not really important to someone else. I always blurted funny jokes and normal speeches when talking, not really sharing any emotion-talking. I would if I was forced though. I would if it brings good in something.

So, whenever I can't handle any emotional breakdown or any unimaginable happiness, I write. It's like, coverting all of what's in my mind into something that's readable. Countless times I've pointed out my entry to a specific person. Who that is, only me and Allah knows. Whether that person knows or not, it doesn't matter. What matters to me, probably doesn't really matter to everyone. I'm like a small fish in a very very big pond, the sea. In which, the sea is the world.

And I wanna tell you guys another secret right now. I'm actually writing this out of depression. Predictable ain't it?

Depressed of not knowing. Not knowing of why some people are making drastic judgements when they are hurt or angry. Thus, making decisions before they can think deeply. I always wanted to say to these people, who do you think you are? But I do not hate them. I think it's wrong to hate people blindly without thinking about the good things they did in their life. My problem is that I can't stay mad. I always end up forgiving people even if they don't deserve it. 

So that's that. I've spilled it.

Glad I could write it. Writing is pretty much magical. It makes you feel good in way that you get to release all your frustrations. Through writing, you could tell your life stories. You could touch people's heart. You could do magic. You could go beyond the norm.

Writing. Doesn't need lots of thinking. Doesn't need a lot of brainpower.
You just write what your heart says.

Writing, is a beautiful thing..

Unwell

There are times that people are feeling unwell for some unreasonable reasons.

As for me, this unwell disease come and go at some particular times.
Whenever they came, it has to be because of some particular reasons, which is an assuming-things-by-myself kind of reasons.

But right now, that feeling come again and I have a perfect song just for it. Every word to it is describing what's going on in my assuming-things-by-myself mind.

All day

Staring at the ceiling

Making friends with shadows on my wall

All night

Hearing voices telling me

That I should get some sleep

Because tomorrow might be good for something

Hold on

I'm feeling like I'm headed for a

Breakdown

I don't know why

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell

I know, right now you can't tell

But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see 

A different side of me

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired

I know, right now you don't care

But soon enough you're gonna think of me

And how I used to be

Me

Talking to myself in public

Dodging glances on the train

I know

I know they've all been talking 'bout me

I can hear them whisper

And it makes me think there must be something wrong

With me

Out of all the hours thinking

Somehow

I've lost my mind

I been talking in my sleep

Pretty soon they'll come to get me

Yeah, they're taking me away

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell

I know, right now you can't tell 

But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see 

A different side of me 

I'm not crazy I'm just a little impaired

I know, right now you don't care

But soon enough you're gonna think of me 

And how I used to be 

 -Matchbox Twenty

Onions

I love people. I really really do. Especially the ones I know.

The people in my life, they are like onions. 

There are the ones that give my life some flavors, and also there are some that water my eyes.

These people, they are the onions in my life.

T_T

I feel really really calm looking at this

English Oral

Hey amazing people! ^^v

This evening something suddenly struck my memory. I thought about my English Oral when I was in Form 4. I can still crystal clear remember how nervous I am standing in front of the class and I was like, STOP STARING PEOPLE! But, you gotta do what you gotta do ain't ya? So right now I decided to post an entry on the oral that I did. It's no awesome, but I just loved it.

For my oral, I did a storytelling and the story is entitled, ETCHED IN STONE. I also did a drawing of the story line so that people can visualise the plot. For the record, I had a tough time snapping the pictures of the story line because the kertas mahjong is so big! Okay so I'm just gonna write what I remember.

Here goes nothing!

ETCHED IN STONE

1) There were two best buds, 1 & 2. Somehow they got lost in the middle of the dessert with no water and food. They were very very exhausted after long hours of walk under the scorching sun.

2) 1 & 2 argued about directions and that argument led to a serious fight. Suddenly, 1 punched 2 in the face out of anger.

3) 2 was sad and he silently wrote something on the sand. He wrote, 'Today, my best friend punched me in the face'.

 4) After miles of walking, they discovered an oasis. They were absolutely thrilled and hurried for water to quench their thirsts.

5) Suddenly 2 slipped into the water and started drowning as he couldn't swim. As fast as lightning, 1 took action to save his friend. He jumped into the water and successfully saved 2.

6) After 2 regain his consciousness, he went to a rock. He engraved on the rock, 'Today, my best friend saved me from drowning'.

Out of curiosity 1 decided to ask 2 about it. "After we fought, you wrote about it on the sand. But after I saved you, why did you wrote about it on a rock instead?"

7) 2 answered, "Because you're an important person to me. When we did bad things to each other, I wrote in the sand and so that the wind will eventually erases it, and not just on the sand but in my memory too. But when you did good things to me, I wrote it on the rock so that it will be engraved forever. Just like it did in my memory."

-THE END-

So that's pretty much the whole story. Jeng jeng jeng! *Curtain falls

Doesn't 1 & 2 looked really really really cute? Hikhik ^_^

:O

Okay, lets sum up what I wanna say right now :

1. Haaaakkkkk!

2. Huaargghhhh!

3. Aaaaaaaa!

4. Noooooo!

5. Omonaaaaaa!

6. Arghhhhh!

7. Uhuhuhuk puh-leaasseeee!

8. Jeeeezzz..

9. Oh it's nothing... AAAAAAAAAAA!!

10. All of the above.

Okay, now lets sum up what I'm feeling right now :

1. Pins and needles on my back.

2. Choking air.

3. Shivering knees.

4. A lump in my throat.

5. A boulder on my back.

6. Rusty voice box.

7. Zero energy bar.

8. Blurry vision.

9. Numb.

10. All of the above.

Hikhik so that's all, okay boiboi everybody.

Lets sleep in the luggage :)

Double Dots and A Cresent

Sadness, pain, difficulties, disappointment, hurt. These are things that comes with life as one can never avoid having hurdles in life.

During these times, cliched sayings that helps bringing me confidence doesn't necessarily help. But what really help is remembering to smile constantly. Countless times I felt better after laughing off an unfortunate mistakes I did in the past and spending time goofing around with family and friends. At first it may seem like I'm wearing a smile that I don't believe in, but after a while I really feel better.

Sometimes all you can do is walk away, hide your tears, and just pretend you're okay. It's way better to smile through your pains.

Love you all, whoever's reading this.

Me :D

I rarely talk about myself in this blog. That's because I prefer to stay anonymous, not wanting my personal life intruded. But I'll spill a few beans this time, some basic stuffs.

These are the Q&As.

Q : Describe yourself.

( this kinda question to me is a tough question to tackle. I suppose it's appropriate to answer the question with yet another question and simply ask, "Well, what do you wanna know?". After about half and hour, I'll probably answer this )


Me : I'm an absolute awkwardo and uber shy.
But I seemed to break out of my shy shell some time around in high school. I think. I'm great at procrastinating.

I attended SMK Seri Gombak High School and for me it was all about prefect duties, SPM and attempting to get my homework done BEFORE Sunday night at 1am.

My most popular taunt during high school : BLUR
Ahh sheesh not just high school but until now.

Q : How's everything going on with your life right now?

Me : It's pretty good I guess. I mean, I have my ups and downs but with my family and friends here by my side. I ain't got nothing to worry 'bout. With SPM is over, I'm living a layback life right now and I'm enjoying every moment of it.


Q : What are your most favourite foods?

( Yet another tough question because I love all kind of foods. I eat almost everything and love to try new savouries. But most fovourite? I rarely have thick enough shoulder pads to counterattack with a touchdown answer. Am I being too dramatic? Haha. If someone put a gun to my forehead and demanded specifics, I'd probably splutter the followings )


Me : My mom's cooking, sushi, anything with chocolate, candy, western, anything with rice..

Q : But that's just about everything.

Me : Told you so. Next!

Q : What are your bad moments in life?

Me : 1. Getting hit with a shopping cart on the back of the foot.
        2. Stepping on a Lego. That hurts so bad..
        3. Accidentally destroy my paper while erasing.
        4. I dip the cookie into milk for too long and it breaks off.
        5. Shutting down the computer and realising I need it again.
   
Q : Stop! Everyone experienced that for crying out loud. I mean yours only. Bad things that gave you experiences, and made you who you are right now.

Me : Ooooooo. Well, that's worth another entry. You know what, I'll write 'bout it, in another entry, next time. See y'all later!

Q : Hey! Wait up! You forgot to return the microphone! Heyyy!!!

Human

What is it that makes us human?

It's not something that can be programmed.

It's not something that can be put in a chip.

It is the strength of the heart. 

                                                            - John Connor, Terminator Salvation

ℱℴℓℓℴω ℒℴѵℯ

It's 6 pm and this is happening! It's happening again! Sucha pain in the neck! I feel like I'm back to those dark days of anarchy!!

Okay, maybe I emphasize it a little bit too much..

You know, it's ironic but usually during the twilight, all the negative ions will start to hover me like the clouds, and a-waste-of-time thoughts suddenly fogs up.

I keep thinking about the times I messed up. The embarrassment I suffered, no matter how small. The screw ups I made. The people I pissed off. The failings. The things I'm not that I want to be, as well as the things I am that I don't want to be.

It scares me as I felt lonely and empty. I don't think I qualify for depression just yet, but I'm assuming that I'm 2 seconds away from it.


Point is, I keep seeing the negatives in my life. Where's this painkiller to my twilight disease? How do I shove off these feelings? Help? A chocolate? Doesn't work, tried it already. A teddy bear? No way, what am I? A 5-year-old? Okay maybe a hug from the fluffy teddy bear would help but then, I'll let the teddy bear be my punching bag to release all of my frustrations. Thank you teddy bear, to be sucha kind and emotionless stuffed toy even when half of your cotton is already outside your body. I'm just kidding, I would never do that to teddy bears, they're too cute haha! But frankly, it's because they value of money actually.

Okay let's get serious. Well actually I'm not that depressed as it seems. This entry does makes me look like that, but I'm fine. You know what they say, "yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift. That's why it is called present." I get that from the movie Kungfu Panda actually haha, but the saying does have some points you know. I mean, if we were talking about the past, it's a history. There's nothin' you can do bout it. I get that.

But like I said, sometimes I do think about what I did in the past. And the painful ones are always the one making their permanent marks in my memory. How I wish I could put all of them in the trash bag and bid them goodbyes as they go away in the garbage truck.

But then, I realised that whenever bad memories are haunting me, that's the time when I needed to be with my beloved family and friends and make good memories with them. Let the good memories replace the bad ones. Let bright replace darkness. Let happiness replace sadness. Let rookery replace loneliness. Let joy replace emptiness. And above all, let ℒℴѵℯ replace hatred =)

Wait people, I'm not finished just yet. I'm must not forget the most important part in this whole transformation.

This whole thing isn't gonna work if you forget Him. Yes, always seek for redemption and He will guide you through it all :')

I

1. I've always wanted to turn around in a big chair, holding a cat and say "I've been expecting you."

2. I do not stalk...... I simply gather information for specific purposes.

3. I don't care how old I am, whenever I see a bubble, I will hunt it down and kill it.

4. I have a huge house, a gorgeous facial feature, loads of cash, tons of friends, I have a perfect life. Thank you, Sims

5. I'm sad when people say they miss you, but don't make a effort to speak to you or see you..

6. I love my ringtone. . But when it rings in public, I'm embarrassed.

7. I die a little inside when I see an old person eating alone at a restaurant.

8. I'm like urghhh.. when i meow at cats and they dont meow back. How unbelievably rude.

9. I love that awesome feeling of pure joy when opening the fridge and SOMEONE'S BEEN SHOPPING :D

10. I feel restless when the teacher doesn't erase the board COMPLETELY. The little mark haunts me throughout class.

Keep It Simple, Speak From The Heart

This entry is short & simple. Just sayin, probably my most favourite word. 

"ASSALAMUALAIKUM"

Why is that so? Not only the meaning is beautiful and represent kindness, I think the word resembles courtesy, decency, modesty, politeness, elegance, sincerity, clarity, and above all, it resembles Islam :')

-For the record, I think it's wayyy better in Arabic spelling.

The Green-Eyed Monster

I hate to admit it, but sometimes jealousy is inevitable and I could get jealous pretty easy. I'm decent at hiding it but that's just because I excel at making a straight face. One habit used to cover up the other.

When jealousy strikes, I have these internal pangs inside of me.

If it gets even worse, instead of shooting someone with a rifle

I'll just go somewhere far away or rather just run away silently to brace myself. It's like shutting myself from the world.

I hate jealousy.

If only I had the power to control how the world works around me, I wouldn't have knew jealousy.

I would get all the things I wanted.

I would be able to change everything the way I wanted.

Most of all, I would be able to steal hearts, in the metaphorical sense, and never be without love or adoration.

Despite my jealousy, I more often feel pride and joy for my friends and their accomplishments, or... them having to have the thing I wanted the most.

It's true that there's always going to be someone better that you in the world, and there's plenty of time to embrace this truth.

But sometimes you just want to punch that person in the ribs, and that's okay too.

As long as you don't actually do it, you'll be fine. Probably.

Socks.

Socks. They created a Dad & Me story.

It was twilight.

I walked lazily to the living room while stretching aching my arms. I saw Dad  who just came home after work, laid himself on the comfy couch looking like there's no earthquake that could shove him off that black calf leather couch.

I stopped and stood like a mannequin as I studied his facial features. It's obviously that he's tired after a long day at the office, but his face showed no sign of exhaustion. As I was counting the wrinkle lines on his forehead, my eyes suddenly noticed something. Something profoundly heartfelt. Dad's socks.

A familiar feeling strucked me. Then, my body automatically moves towards Dad. I sat in front of him with my eyes locked on his socks. The next thing I realized was that I saw some twinkle toes in front of me - I pulled off his socks already, first the left and then the right.

Suddenly, a mist of nostalgic memories fogs up, covering the present. I saw myself, the 6-years old me, the 7-years old me, the 8-years old me, the 9-years old me, the 10-years old me, pulling my retro-dad's socks off whenever he came back from work. It was then I realized that the present me, the unofficially 18-years old me, haven't pulled off his socks for as long as I could remember. A swirl of guilt and sadness choked me up.

"It's been a long time since I did this, Dad", I said. "You've been busy growing up", he replied with a smile. His words moved me in way that I wanted to punish myself for not realizing. "Yeah...", I replied with a soft voice. "Should I put these socks in the washing machine?", I continued. "Yes. You should never wear the same socks twice, so wash it", Dad answered.

I smirked. Truth to be told, I'll wear my socks like gazilion times and wash them only when there's visible dirt or whenever they smell funny. Okay okay, I'll follow Dad's footsteps next time. Better yet, I'll catch up on his footsteps real quick to pull off those socks again! Haha! :D

*this story actually happened in about 60seconds.
*some words are added for readers to understand the story...and to dramatize it a little? =P

"Dad, you have three wrinkle lines on your forehead."

-every girl may not be a queen to her husband, but she is always a princess to her father =)

There's More Than Meets The Eye

Borrow me your eyes dear readers. Take a look.

See these two couches. Imagine that you were to buying some furnitures, which one of the couches would you prefer? Goes without saying, you would buy the one in the second picture.  

People like the ones that look better. But, if we are talking about human ourselves, does good-looking people are better than the ones who doesn't?

Nowadays, we can relate the world to this :

You're like an ANT, not noticed. That's why some just steps an ANT.

But unlike the pretty BUTTERFLY, everyone wants to catch it.

Well this is another depressing reality. 

But the outside image isn't always the same as it is on the inside. Some parts are more prettier and they are the ones that cannot be seen.

I'm not an expert speech giver. 

But I do know that one day, when your looks are gone and everything you have is based on looks, well then you've got nothing.

You need your friends and your family by your side, to love you for who you are and not how you look like.

Be who you are. Not a couch.

There's more than meets the eye ;-)

The Tomorrow

The future is bright and by all means, it's exciting. I'm full of giddy anticipation just thinking about it.

However, some nights as I closed my eyes and drifted off somewhere between dreams and reality, dreadful thoughts came into my mind and left me out of breath with a lead hammer pounding inside my chest.

Those thoughts came in like this :

"You’ve got to accept that things change. Things never stay the same way for too long, and things never happen the same way twice. You will never be in the exact same relationship as before. Friendships may die off along your path of life, but you must let the memories last forever".

"You are both out growing each other. Just go with the flow and you will both find your way. Your friendship will probably not be as it once was, and that is normal as people grow and develop. It doesn’t mean that either of you did anything wrong and it doesn’t mean that blame needs to be placed. It’s human nature and it’s nobody’s fault."

These kind of thoughts yanked me back into reality as they speak of the truth, yet I hated it and I was gripped in a painful swirl of miserable heartache :'(

Friendships are a bit trickier then relationships, in relationships, people at some point are “official” and then there is a “break up”. Friendships are trickier because they aren’t so clear-cut. It’s a bit like a break up, or maybe it isn’t. I don't even know anymore.

Of course, this is a rather depressing note to end a blog entry on.
However, this was just some thoughts that came in when my mind was empty. Doesn't mean that it's real or happening right now.

All this to say, there's truly no telling what might happen. You must be ready for anything. But look for today, for it is LIFE. And right now, I'm fine and happy where I am as I ever be. Thanks to Allah, my family and friends ;-)

Untitled

Nobody is entirely yours. Even when they love you desperately. There will always be some space that you can't cover in their mind and hearts.

I'm afraid to 'lose' someone dear to me. 

Those people who build your most beloved memories, those who smile back at you, those who hold you in their arms, or help you when you are down, anyone who is ever important to you will always take a piece of you when they go away..

A Hard Story To Tell

Before I even say hello, I already got endless things I secretly wanted to say and an equally lengthy list of questions I wish I could ask. 

A hundred thoughts raced through my heart but my brain did nothing but turn over. I couldn't find the right words, I couldn't complete sentences.

I tried desperately, but speech seemed useless, like trying to carve a stone sculpture with a toothpick.

I force myself to walk over, but my heart immediately stops dead, my knees go weak and I was internally panic.

Gasping for air, there's no use fighting it. The blow is instantaneous, and it's overpowering.
I couldn't say anything.

-THE END-

Tell me a story that consists of more than once upon a time.


Having the same familiar plot.


Tell me something that can live in my mind.


 Maybe for all time.

That-oh-so-gorgeous!

HEY YOU!

Nada : Look at me now!

Adam : Ummm, me? :-)

Nada : No.

Adam : *walks away sadly*

Nada : Hey, you there!

Messi : Huh, what? Me? *spanish

Nada : No, not you.

Messi : *long face*

Nada : You there! I love you!

Owen : Hey there pretty lil' lady! Talkin to me?

Nada : No, next to you.

Owen : *throws ball at Ferguson*

Nada : You!

Suede boot : Me?

Nada : Yes, you. I'm talkin to ya. Just wanna say that, your legs must be tired. Because you were running through my mind all day since I've met you.

Suede boot : What? I don't even have legs.

Nada : Whatever, it's just that I LOVE YOU!

Audience : Booooo! *leave seats*

2AM

Sometimes, I pace back and forth at 2AM and try not to think about things.

But it's funny how that particular time has a way of hauling faded memories up from the cellar of the mind.

One particular 2AM in the morning, I asked myself, why is it important that I stay optimistic and be happy all the time, even when in the inside it's not?

Why the optimistic acting? Is it that because you're an excessively happy person, or is it that you're just being strong for others? Do you tend to just smile even on your bad days?

Well, to me, being optimistic even on your dark days is never an acting. It is a way of escapism. Rather than feeling remorseful on those inevitable dark days, I prefer to brace myself, let my brain carry my devastated heart away into places where one can go anywhere, do anything and be anyone, while thinking about the good things on the other side of the coin. Rather than express whatever angst and malaise, I rather spend my time imagining how immensely beautiful this life has the perfect potential of being.

Mix a tablespoon of optimism, 4 oz of guts and a dose of positive perspective on the oncoming future, you'll get a potion that'll help to get over that not-so-good feeling that's been bothering you all day. Oh, don't forget to add some seasoning of love and support from your closed ones, to taste ;-)

Show some happy faces everybody! Cherios!

P/S