Crap! It's 1 am in the morning. After sayin sweet dreams to a friend of mind, and askin a permission to leave her alone, i trapped myself back online just to say somethin on ma beren.. or should i say, type somethin here..

Bonx were online few hours ago, and to her surprises, she found that i still online at that time. So much for a time differences.. I remember a year ago, here in jakarta, i got a call from the education center.. askin me to go to their office for administrative papers. And i should bring ma own passport. So there i went, and found myself wif ma old colleagues.. My pumpkin IIN, syaloom, and nike.. Wowow.. a very wonderful surprise i got from them.. But hey, I couldn't keep noticin ma self.. where were ferdinand and ma boss, mister M.. Massie? O.. they told me that they would be there in an hour or so..

O gee.. for another surprise i got there, they told me that tomorrow i would be in amsterdam! WHAT? I told it will be on sunday or so.. I haven't being packin ma stuffs.. and that was true.. I havent got cash, euro i mean.. After goin to the embassy, kinda hope that in few hours i could rush ma self wif ma stuff.. Went to ma cuzzins house, pack everythin.. check the dirty clothes.. washed it in a blast.. and sleep.. The next dae, say bye to cuzzins and relatives.. called ma mom.. went to the department stores.. stores.. more than one.. bought ma self a very cheap clothes, underwear, bath stuffs, and medicines.. And after that, wif friends, we were lookin for a decent baggage! Got one. Thank God. Went directly to the airport! and I totally forgot of the tax.. Gee.. a million.. plus some hundred thousands. Didnt have that much, so asked IIN to give some..

And there.. IN KLM.. I went Amsterdam.. What a dae.. COuldnt sleep on the plane.. So i busied ma self wif the videos and musics.. In times like that I would prefer readin a novel or workin on ma sudoku.. But there, i didnt have those stuffs..

But the point of ma writin is happenin when the plane landed on schipol airport..

Can you imagine? I forgot to put ma bags (i mean, ma carrybags, which contained ma passport, cash, cellphone.. and other very important stuffs). I just left them on the trolley.. And the taxi driver had to return to the airport.. Tho we were almost thirty minutes from it! Scared... Panic.. And not to mention ma friend kept tellin me.. patient.. but didnt hope too much.. Amsterdam is different than Singapore. There, lots of burglar.. OH MY!

But hey.. I found miracle on the schipol. Another taxi driver found ma trolley and ma bag. He was waitin in the same parkin spot where ma taxi was parked. He just smiled when he saw the car, and said that the bag was on him. I almost jumped and hugged him! Gosh! Miracle. I neva thought dutch person could be so polite.

And after that, i think i would have a fantastic month in there..

One thing to regret.. I didnt have a haircut before.. gee! hehe

Tell you more story about ma trip there on ma next blog.. Now have to sleep tho. Tomorrow.. ergh.. in a half dae from nw, have to teach.. At least I have to look good in front of those beautiful ladies.. and a gentleman of course.

Seeya

Great weekend everyone~