The One

going 5km/hour
suddenly i'm in your orbit
always facing and watching,
the bright side of your moon

i was trapped within your gravity,
lacking velocity to escape you,
suspended

then i ran, as fast as the speed of light!
catching up with you,
stopping time just for the two of us

bright stars on a plane, we floated together in space.
but we were two bodies,
and i couldn't keep you
from drifting away

heart broke into dusts
sucked into void of a black hole

extinguishing any light. 

Raya Reflections

There's nothing like Hari Raya to make you realize the passing of time. Your younger cousins are older and taller, some have finished school and start working, some have produced even more offsprings... Hari Raya is also the dreaded moment where you are asked the same old question, when are you getting married? People feeling a sense of deadline on my eligibility of getting married the older I get.

During Ramadan, I do felt a sense of anguish that I might end up alone, and I made du'a, for me and my single close friends and families that Allah grant us a befitting spouse. I thought I'd need a companion especially in my older days, perhaps a nuclear family that can take care of me in my later years. Mama made me realize though that we should rely only on Allah, that Allah is actually our Greatest Carer.

Alhamdulillah for my Mama, who is always reminding me of the important things, and my greatest defender when people question me why am I still unmarried.

Being a practical Fadzlin though, I can't help thinking of a possible future where I need to take care of my own self. As much as possible I don't want to be a burden to anyone. Part of what I can currently do is to take good care of my health. I've been meaning to go for a full body checkup and a dental checkup at Klinik Kesihatan Jasin for a while now, but I keep on postponing it. Today, I finally managed to make my way to the Dental Clinic.

I felt like a criminal surrendering myself to the executioner because it has been years since I last went to the dentist. Alhamdulillah the doctor was extremely nice, she matter-of-factly explained that I need to have my wisdom teeth removed, all four of them. She asked whether we can set an appointment for the surgery, and I freaked out inside! but outside I'm all Fadzlin Baru © and acted adult-like, agreeing on a surgery date. I had a scaling procedure done too, with not too much wincing.

Oh, it was all free. One of the perks of being a gomen worker. Alhamdulillah.

Selamat Hari Raya from me and Mama

Atok Ali(n)

I lost someone who has always loved me unconditionally, even when I don't deserve it.

Atok, I'm sorry for not always being a good enough granddaughter. There's nothing on this world that is deserving of you, I guess that's why you are there now.

Thank you for spoiling me with your love. In this family and our sometimes awkward ways of demonstrating affections, yours to me has always been apparent.

I pray that when it is finally my end, I'll have done good enough to be deserving of your company again.

Al-Fatihah.

30 Tahun

Losing one's father without being able to remember his presence at all.

When I was younger I wasn't sad, because I didn't have any reason to be sad. There was not a dad-shaped hole because I never knew him enough (I don't remember enough) for me to be sad.

With time the fact of a loved one's passing becomes easier to face. I think you never get over being sad, but it is no longer a devastating feeling that stays with you at all times.

With time I changed from not being sad to feeling a big sense of loss. He had passed away more years than he ever lived, and I'm missing his presence more than I ever had. I have no point of reference on how big this dad-shaped hole should be, another fact that griefs me.

I loved someone before. An emotional high that I didn't know I was capable of feeling. I don't know whether I'll ever feel the same way again but I am thankful for having experienced it.

I don't know what I'm missing with the fact that I am missing a dad. I have no reference, I have no memory, but I miss him, very, very much. It is not a feel that stays with me at all times, but at days like these it feels even more so.

"Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku, cucurilah rahmat ke atas roh ayahku."

Tradisi Bercerita

Terlalu banyak perkara yang diberikan oleh Mama kepada saya. Antara hadiah paling istimewa adalah kesungguhan Mama memupuk minat membaca kepada saya.

Baru-baru ini ketika di kampung Mak Ina bercerita tentang bagaimana dia akan membuka bermacam-macam cerita kepada saya yang tidak henti-henti menangis kerana Mama perlu kembali ke Pulau Pinang selepas Arwah Ayah meninggal dunia. Menurut Mak Ina saya akan diam mendengar cerita dan kembali menangis apabila dia berhenti. Saya terlalu kecil untuk ingat perkara ini, tetapi saya ada ingat Mak Ina bercerita kepada saya selepas saya menangis kerana Mama perlu pulang ke Kuala Lumpur (naratif yang sama) ketika saya bertadika di kampung. Saya masih ingat watak cerita itu adalah seekor kucing bernama McGyver.

Saya juga ingat sewaktu kecil sebelum tidur Mama akan bercerita, "bedtime story" if you may. Saya tidak ingat cerita lain, tetapi Mama selalu akan berceritakan tentang Arnab dan Kura-kura. Saya sangat sukakan cerita ini dan sentiasa meminta Mama mengulang-ulang cerita yang sama. Saya masih ingat, Mama mengisahkan kura-kura itu jalan dengan begitu lambat dengan bunyi "ketak, ketuk. ketak, ketuk".

Apabila saya sudah boleh membaca, it was like a whole new world opened up for me. Saya tidak perlu menyuruh orang membacakan kepada saya, dan apabila pergi ke kedai buku saya boleh memilih apa saja buku yang saya mahu. It was heaven. Trip ke Jasin tidak lengkap tanpa singgah di Koperasi Buku dan saya akan mengambil masa yang sangat lama untuk memilih buku yang saya hendak.

I think one of the best stories to tell is Sirah, and kisah-kisah Nabi. Mama used to buy me multiple books on it and I can still remember the illustrations. In my short-lived stint being a Sekolah Agama student in Masjid Subang Jaya, saya tidak ingat tentang apa-apa mata pelajaran lain (and there was a lot of subjects: tajwid, akhlak, khat etc), but I still remember the Sirah lessons. It was fun because we didn't have to do anything, cuma mendengar kisah Nabi Muhammad daripada ustaz, and he really was a good story-teller.

Currently I'm watching a series of lecture by Shaykh Yasir Qadhi on Surah Yusuf, and he said, this surah was a gift from God to Prophet Muhammad. Baginda baru saja kehilangan isteri kesayangan Siti Khadijah dan pakciknya Abu Talib. This story is meant to entertain the Prophet among many others. Kisah Nabi Yusuf adalah cerita Nabi yang saya amat suka semenjak saya kecil lagi. Knowing the loving source of it, I can't help thinking "Ah, no wonder" :)

Pada pendapat saya, tradisi bercerita dan minat membaca adalah hadiah paling istimewa yang boleh diberikan untuk seseorang. Terima kasih Mama untuk hadiah ini. I hope that I can give the same gift to someone in the future. Here, have the video I'm currently enjoying:

I Slayed My Demon

Do you have something that always seems much more larger than its reality in your head? Your own made-up demon? The last time I had something that freaked me out long before I had to face it was the BCG immunization shot at Standard 6. There were so many urban legends regarding the shot: broken needles, very painful, "BCG tak jadi" that even from Standard 5 I was starting to freak out. I think I was more afraid of BCG than UPSR when I started Standard 6.

But the day of the immunization shot was quite anti climatic. When it was my turn I was prepared to cringe/cry/show that i-am-afraid-please-be-gentle but there was a girl in my class that has learning disabilities, she was crying and refusing to be shot and the class teacher consoled her: "tak sakit, tengok Fadzlin tu senyum" so I had to smile when receiving the shot.

The shot was a bit painful, but it wasn't PAINFUL like what I was imagining it to be. It does left a very ugly mark on my arm though. Tak boleh masuk Miss Malaysia.

When I started my Master by Research, even before I had a research title, even before I started anything I was freaked out with the prospect of the viva. The dreaded defend your thesis session. In my head I was imagining the panels finding every bit of a flaw in every pages, criticizing everything and ending up with me sobbing my messy face into my thesis. Drama queen sungguh! But if there's one thing that makes me nervous it is being put in a spot. I'd rather write 10 pages long essays than talk in front of an audience.

Yesterday was finally my long awaited viva. And Alhamdulillah, I passed with minor corrections. And all praise to Allah, things were made easy for me. I wasn't overly nervous, (I think I was more nervous for my Defend Proposal than viva), when I walked in my external examiner greeted and hugged me, and then my supervisor came in and smiled.. it was very smooth sailing. The chairman, Prof Zainab who is the former Dean of my faculty also really helped in making me not nervous. Also my internal examiner. All four ladies inside the room.. may Allah bless their kindness towards me. I can feel their sincerity in helping me improve my thesis, they weren't looking for faults, rather they were teaching me where I can improve. It did end up with me crying, but out of gratefulness that it went well, and that I'll finally be awarded this long awaited Master title.

Victory!

MasyaAllah, all these teachers of mine really showed me how I should behave when I become a lecturer soon. May Allah grant me the ability to be as good as them and to inspire my students to be good too.

Finally, I am graduating!

How Not to Update Blog only when Complaining

.. you tell me, I have no idea.

Okay, not complaining. Lets see if this stays true to the end of this entry.

I am missing both my brothers who are not with me. Izzul and Aiman. Aiman severely so because he just left us last Thursday. Out of all my brothers, he is the one always poking his head into my room asking me what I'm doing. And also the one I argued often at the dining table with. I miss the heck out of him. I thought I am all out of tears, but then suddenly my eyes are wet again. He is in a very challenging position right now. I pray that God lighten his burden.

I was trying to find how to get him connected to the internet. Based on an info I got from a Yemeni friend of mine, I googled further and discovered more. Seeing as there is very little information about this on the internet I thought I would put this here so if anyone else has the same problem as me, he/she may find this useful.

HOW TO SUBSCRIBE TO MOBILE INTERNET IN YEMEN

1. Buy a special sim card from Sabafon called "SabaNet". This is a special sim to connect to the net, and different from the usual Sabafon sim card.  (source)
2. Buy Sabafon scratch card (top up card) in the highest denomination (Bronze for 200 Units at 2,300 YER ~ around RM 35) (source)
3. Choose which package to subscribe. The cheapest is 100 MB/month at 130 Units. (source)

Expensive considering how little data they are allocating. But seeing this is using GPRS technology it might actually be a challenge to finish up those 100 MB in a month.

This is the end of this entry. I didn't complain after all.

- Ahmad Jais

- Ustaz Pahrol, IKIM.FM

Rebus Rebus!

Rasanya sudah sampai masanya saya menulis entri ini. Sudah dua kali saya makan di restoran Rebus Rebus, dan kedua-dua kali saya dibelanja orang. Alhamdulillah, moga Allah murahkan rezeki Firdaus dan Pak Long.

Dua kali, maka saya sudah sedikit "pakar" dalam selok-belok makan di sini. Jadi saya senaraikan "walkthrough" atau "petua" makan di Rebus-Rebus.

1. Datang awal. Restoran ini buka pada pukul 6 petang. Oleh itu, bolehlah datang terpacak dekat depan kedai pada pukul 6. Restoran ini ada sediakan surau lelaki dan wanita oleh itu tak payah risau, boleh solat Maghrib dan Isya' bila dah masuk waktu.
2. Datang beramai-ramai. Sebab makan steamboat? Adalah acara paling afdal berjemaah.
3. Pilih sup. Rebus Rebus ada sup ayam, tomyam dan asam pedas?laksa?. Personally saya suka sup ayam.
4. Sementara staf Rebus Rebus menyiapkan periuk dan grill di meja, bolehlah pergi mengambil lauk untuk dimasak. Ambil: daging untuk dibakar (paling sedap!), mee "maggi" untuk direbus (juga paling sedap!), salad & sayur, dan bermacam-macam pilihan lauk untuk steamboat. Ambil juga, sos untuk dicicah. Paling sedap: blackpepper.
5. Kemudian masa untuk merebus dan membakar! Masukkan semua bahan steamboat ke dalam periuk dan bakar daging menggunakan marjerin.
6. Ini resepi saya cipta sendiri: letakkan marjerin, sos blackpepper dicampur dengan daging yang dibakar atas grill, kemudian keluarkan sedikit mee maggi dalam periuk tadi dan "goreng" atas grill. Sedapppp.
7. Bila dah puas makan, bolehlah pergi menyerang freezer aiskrim. Kalau tak puas makan lagi, ulang langkah 4-5.

Hasilnya...

Alhamdulillah kenyang..

Jadi dekat mana Rebus-Rebus ni? Bolehlah rujok peta di bawah.

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Memang sesuai untuk apa-apa acara berjemaah seperti reunion atau jamuan hari jadi. Oh, birthday boy/girl dapat free pulak tu. Dan boleh request ini!:

Bak kata Boboiboy: Terbaekkk.

Beyond the Veil

Yesterday me, Mama and Nadiah went to a speak by Syaikh Abdal Hakim Murad at IIUM titled "Beyond the Veil: Seeing New Realities in Islam". I attended a workshop by him before so I really wanted to attend this one too. Alhamdulillah Allah allowed me to.

We were a bit late and the lecture already started by the time we made our way to the lecture hall. Not able to hear the preface/introduction (or even aware the summary of what the talk was about) I was a bit confused and it wasn't after some time I started writing down.

But now that I look back at my notes I realize how insufficient, incomplete they are and writing them here will do no justice for Syaikh's lecture. There were times where I just stopped writing and just let his words soak in, times that I just have to look at Nadiah's face and saying yesyesyes with my face. Also there were moments when I feel stabbed one time, two times, many times especially when he was talking about human's obsession with shopping (and I just got back from a round of shopping with Rahah).

Basically his lecture was about how Muslims should oppose how the world is going now, which is a religion of consumerism, flocking shopping malls in order to buy stuffs (ouch), a lifestyle that is totally unsustainable. The rest of humanity is marching to somewhere really different, and this process of profiteering results in environmental destruction. Muslims don't accept that humanity are only here just to do shopping. We must be dissidents.

In regards to what is happening to Islam right now, instead of feeling despair and thinking that Islam is in crisis we should remind ourselves that things are really not bad. For example there is nothing like Ramadan in other religion, everyday billions of Muslims face Mecca for qiblah, our ibadah and rituals have been preserved which is a major achievement not of our own but because of the grace of Allah. Thus, we should always say "Alhamdulillah", "Thank you Allah".


We are freaking out so often because we are paranoid. Thinking that we are being attacked, that people are conspiring against us is paranoia. That was how the Munafiqeen felt and not the great Companions in Rasulullah's time. For the Sahabahs the conviction that "Hasbunallah wa ni'mal-Wakeel", "Allah Is Enough for me" carried them through.

Adding the collection of books I bought but haven't read

I feel really blessed with the chance to attend this lecture. While Mama told me that she thought Prof Tariq Ramadan's lecture we attended before was better I personally feel I enjoyed this one more. Mama said she already knows most of what Syaikh lectured, they are what a lot of Ustaz in Malaysia already talked about. I guess I just need a Mat Salleh from Cambridge with the most beautiful spoken words (like reading a book) driving home all these wisdom that we probably know but never ponder upon before, nodding yesyesyes hoping these words straight to my heart stay there.

Going back to Singapore

I just got back from a 3 days, 2 nights trip to Singapore. I went there specifically to accompany my friend who wanted to catch the Harry Potter exhibition going on at the Arts and Science Museum but we took the chance to visit some other places too.

I've been to Singapore twice previously. The first one was with Arwah Atuk when we attended a wedding of Nenek's friend. We stayed in Nek Busu Zai's house in JB and her daughter drove us there. Besides going to the kenduri we didn't actually stop anywhere else but I remember Atuk pointing out a complex as where he had his police training.

The second time I was there was to attend the Singapore vs Liverpool FC match in 2009. We had a great time being busy stalking following the Liverpool team to their Singapore river cruise, going to the Kallang Stadium, singing on our way back, making banners for the match. It wasn't really a sightseeing trip but we managed to slot a trip to Orchard Road (where everything was horribly expensive and I could only afford the fridge magnets).

This time around we actually had a plenty of time to spare. Plenty of time to study the MRT system and also finding we prefer the buses and walking everywhere instead. Plenty of time to look and soak the atmosphere, smile at the locals, chat with pakciks in the Sultan Mosque...

What can I say. The trip is full of me feeling ahhhh this is what Malaysia could have be too. If instead of Proton we went for MRTs, if instead of demolishing every old buildings in KL's Golden Triangle we preserve them for tourists and future generations (I am still bitter about the demolition of Pudu Jail) if instead of building another mega project we clean up the embarrassing mess that is the Klang river flowing through the heart of KL if if if.

Singapore will always feel familiar by the stories my mother told me of her childhood there. Of Atuk always buying murtabak on his pay day (we had the Arab Street's famous murtabak. I am convinced it is the same murtabak in Mama's stories), of the whole family going for Eid visits by bus, of childhood in the police housing playing with other children (or rather the other children not wanting to play with Mama because she cries easily), of Nenek's helping Mama to cross the big street on the way to the school and once she got Mama and Mak Lang safely on the opposite side then walking back home, of a house without television making Mama watching the drama Melayu from the window of their neighbour's house and of Atuk having enough of his embarrassing children and buying a TV finally.

Walking around Singapore I felt like I was reliving those moments in Mama's stories. It really helps that while there are impressive skyscrapers and modern buildings in recent years, they still maintain their old buildings, airport, HDB flats and old shopping complexes. It makes me feel that I am back to those days and some moments actually brought tears to my eyes. It made me miss Atuk desperately, thinking I would have love to see how dashing he must've been in his police uniform, and also a longing for Nenek Mariam who I never got to know.

Hasif dan Ayah

Makan

Terima kasih Mak Chah

Kucheng

Jalan-jalan ke PD

Some pictures I took (and edited).

Drawing

(This is an extension of Mama's post here).

I don't have much artistic talent. I can manipulate images in Photoshop, and that's the extend of it. I always appreciate people who can draw though, I remember watching Pak Busu draws a lot of characters and comics. Pak Busu does not draw anymore!

I can't draw. And apparently I can't colour either. Here's my pathetic attempt at colouring Insan's drawing:

Seminar Pembangunan Karakter Berteraskan Surah Luqman

I attended this seminar last Saturday and Sunday. Knew about it from the last seminar also given by Ustaz Hasrizal Abd Jamil : "Apa Erti Saya Menganut Agama Islam". Because we registered then, instead of RM 200 we were charged only RM 100. We also bought the food coupons for RM 40.

Alhamdulillah, I learned a lot. I must say I've loved Ustaz Hasrizal's delivery since I first heard his talk during Kuliah Rabu in Mesiniaga and the previous seminar also cemented my preference for his kind of delivery. All the way throughout his presentation last weekend I keep telling my Achik: this could be a master thesis! The way he explored and extended the advices by Luqman, connecting the concepts to other verses in the Qur'an and he was even referring to contemporary/mainstream sources. Achik pointed some models/theories are from those developed by psychologists and Ustaz Hasrizal himself even cited Stephen Covey's book as one of his English references.

Usaha "bergambar" dengan Ustaz Hasrizal.

As someone who is writing about how Islamic values are not values that are in opposed of contemporary values, the seminar feels especially close to me. Because after all Islam serve as a guidance for humans, Islamic values therefore must be human values.

My mum had the chance to follow the seminar too, albeit from home via online. Ustaz Hasrizal and Akademi Sinergi graciously shared it FOC in the form of "Webinar" or Web Seminar. She could listen to the seminar and see the slides being used. (Mama was so excited, there was a rare exclamation mark on her text message to me). Alhamdulillah, may God repay the kindness of Ustaz Hasrizal and his team.

On the way home yesterday before sending Nafisah off to KL Sentral, Achik Didi took the long way and made a detour to Dataran Merdeka. I requested this previously because I so wanted to see the people who are not of those categorized by Ustaz Hasrizal to have the characteristic of "Aku Tidak Pedulisme". I've been following their tweets occasionally and while I don't agree with the movement asking that PTPTN be abolished (I am of opinion if you've consciously borrowed, you must pay back), the "Occupy Dataran" movement feels right to me. They want public places to be returned to the public, and also is the extension of the various Occupy Movement worldwide.

Gambar ditangkap tergesa-gesa dari dalam kereta.

Agaknya TIBAI ni pun nak Occupy Dataran.

From the seminar I learned that characteristics of arrogance are labeling truth as insignificant, and thinking lowly of others. May Allah guide us to not ever disregard the truth and from the thoughts that we are better than others. Ameen.

Korea Trip - Day 5 (Part 2)

It has been a while since I last updated my posts about the Korea Trip. I really do need to finish this.. at least until I go to Korea again

The last post was on the part one of the fifth day. Here comes part two.

The shuttle bus from Nami Island brought us back to Tapgol Park. Here our group were split into three; Nadia and her parents went to look for fabric near Jongno 5-ga, Rahah, Kaifa and Azie went to Gwanghamun Square while me and Anis went to Namsan Tower again. We hailed a cab to Namsan cable car and went up~

 Namsan Tower sighted

 View from the cable car. Our hostel is around here.

This time around the weather was really clear and we bought the tickets to go to the observation decks. We were also discounted 10% using the coupons we got when we bought the Seoul City Tour Bus one-day pass. Inside the lift to go up there were cool lights and visual shows, showing as if we were taking an extremely fast lift ride to the outer space and back to Seoul. The lift were fast, my ears popped, not actually gravity defying though.

Then we were in the observation decks! Almost the whole of Seoul can be seen clearly from here. We took some time to take it all in..

 Thousand kilometers away from home.. (A bit miffed Malaysia were not listed here though)

 Love seems to be the concept of Namsan Tower, maybe because the many love locks and love messages people left here.

The new part of Seoul is at the right side of Han River. The tower, Myeongdong where we stayed, the many palaces are all at the old part of Seoul.

Besides looking through the sights, there were not many things to do at the observation deck. You can actually skip going (and skip paying the fee) to the decks and just look at the view from the love locks decks if you want.

 

Compared to the first time we came, the weather was really clear. We can see the top!

Walking down to the cable car station...

We took the cable car down, and I wanted to buy a bottled water at the store next to the cable car station when a big white dog with wagging tail came to me. I. was. freaked. out. Probably amusing the heck out of the shop keeper. Even when I went to another place the dog still persisted to come near me. While I was freaking out, an ahjumma who was probably the shop owner came in, asking:

"Wae? Wae?"

Pointing to the big dog I could only say;

"Gae.."

(I learned gae = dog from Running Man. LOL). She then told me;

"Gwaenchana, gwaenchana." (its okay, its okay)

Its okay for you, but I'm scared of dogs :S. The dog probably only wanted to play with me, but sorry buddy, you need to find another (though I must say you were one beautiful dog! Pity I'm scared of you). I managed to buy the bottled water when the shopkeeper took pity on me and picked up the bottle I left when the dog came in and gave it to me. Phew.

We then had to go to Nambu Bus Terminal for a meet with a Korean Super Junior fan that Anis bought some lightsticks with. Seeing as it was quite a far walk to the nearest Myeongdong Station, and we would need to change train at Chungmuro if we board the train from there, we decided to hail a cab and went straight to Chungmuro Station. It was a long journey from Chungmuro to Nambu Bus Terminal but the station was also far from our friend's house. It was a halfway meeting point for both of us.

We arrived earlier than the promised meeting time and by this time I was starving. There were a few convenience stores at the Nambu Bus Terminal station but the breads didn't look appetizing to me. So I finally just bought Banana Milk and Halal Pringles. Haha..

Then we met Da Young! She was the most precious person ever and it was a pity we didn't talk for long because she had to go back home for dinner. And silly silly me, I forgot to take pictures with her too. Before she left, she told us the directions to the place we went next...

 The place where we met Da Young. Picture screen-capped from Naver Map.

KBS! The train station near KBS was National Assembly. From this station we had to ask for directions from several people on the street. It was very near though and we finally saw the KBS Building. Still we were unsure where exactly is the radio place so I went and asked a security guard..

"Syupa Junieo radio odi issoyo?"

He was really helpful (and cute!), using body language he (cutely!) showed me the way to the main entrance and told me to find anyone wearing the uniform he was wearing at the front entrance and asked the same question I asked him so that that person can also show me the way.

Why so cuteee (ahem.) and helpful?? I was so thankful, Anis observed my bow-of-gratitude was almost 90 degrees. After that we found the place easily enough. And there were already a small crowd there. There were some places on benches in front of the glass screen that were empty but almost all of it had papers stuck on it claiming ownership of the space.

We were there early, around 9.30pm while the radio was scheduled to start at 10pm. So we lingered around taking pictures and met with three school girls who traveled all the way from Incheon to watch the live radio. 

We chatted with their limited English and our limited Korean, but when you really want to get to know each other, and share the same love (our Super Junior opparssss), language barriers meant nothing. Soon we saw people running to the front entrance and I asked the girls what were happening. Apparently a Super Junior member has arrived. I observed from where we were sitting and I saw Yesung walking into the KBS building. He was accompanied only by his manager and looked mightily accessible to the fans. The fans around him were also very well behaved and didn't try to grab/touch him, just calling out his name hoping he would look at them. It was only Yesung, and Leeteuk didn't arrive yet so I devised a plan..

When another black car arrived, I followed the crowd to the main entrance. Leeteuk came out from the car, walked to the entrance.. nearing me.. in front of me!.. and I said:

"Oppa! Apa Khabar!"

Hearing the foreign "Apa Khabar" (which is probably the only Malay words Super Junior know, they kept repeating that during their concert in Kuala Lumpur), he turned around and upon seeing this girl wearing headscarf with a wide grin on her face he said..

"Ne, Annyeonghaseyo"

THAT. Totally counts as a conversation. Hahaha.  Ahh.. I was really happy. I actually got to meet (and talk!) to a Super Junior member in Korea.

When the radio broadcast finally started, the crowds all stood up and some people even brought small step stairs and the representatives from fan clubs had paparazzi-grade cameras and lenses to take pictures with. Standing way at the back I almost couldn't see anything!

 That guy wearing a silver blazer is Leeteuk :D

I guess one of the girls from Incheon also got bored with not being able to watch, so she went to the next radio screen. The DJ here was Yoo Youngsuk, who is probably familiar to Super Junior fans as the original singer to the song "7 Years of Love" that Kyuhyun covered. That girl, Kyoung Min was a big fan so she kept on showing "Love" sign to the DJ. I then joined her to the huge amusement of Yoo Youngsuk's manager.

 Yoo Yongsuk's biggest fan. ♥

The ~cool~ Yoo Youngsuk.

They typed a message to Yoo Youngsuk on the phone screen. The manager agreed to relay it to him. Bawww.

The girls then had to say goodbye, it was a long way back to Incheon and they have school the next day. We said goodbye.

 Super Junior Kyuhyun - 7 Years of Love

There was still a crowd in front of Super Junior's radio. Being short, I thought I should take my chances to just try to slip to the front. I did. But still the view from where I stood was not very good. I soon gave up.

The view to the good looking Super Junior's manager was very good though. He is famous too. Super Junior's fans call him "Prince Manager". LOL.

The best shot of Leeteuk I got. That door should be fully made of glass!

Anis still wanted to stay for a while so I wandered around again. This time I met a Japanese Super Junior fan. Again with my limited Japanese, and her limited English we struck a conversation. She told me she is Heechul's fan, so I enthusiastically told her me too! Then she said she went to SPAO at Myeongdong to buy Heechul's cap but they ran out so I told her I got that last one! LOL.

Not wanting to miss the last train, me and Anis made our way back to the train station. It was late, the station was even almost empty. It was not goodbye though, we happened to came again the next day. Haha..

Empty.