People are coming back now. The Raya holidays are over, and after a week of Unimas being quiet and serene, it's becoming noisy once more. Girls have started screaming again here in Sakura, and the urge to hurl pots and pans to the screaming girls have once again emerged.

This whole week the three of us have been cooking together, and I think I've finally found my calling: to be a an instant noodle chef. Yep, I love cooking instant noodles. I think the conversation regarding who would be my future husband would be somewhat like this:

"Awak lelaki ke?"
"Ye."
"Awak tak takut perempuan garang?"
"Tak."
"Awak tak takut perempuan tinggi?"
"Tak."
"Awak tak takut perempuan berbulu?"
"Tak."
"Awak tak takut perempuan suara mcm itik?"
"Tak. Suara saya lagi sumbang."
"Awak ada ramai perempuan?"
"Tak. Saya tak kuat perempuan, tak maen-maen." cheh, konon..
"Awak suka megi?"
"Suka gila."
"Ok, pass. Bila nak kawen?"