Travelogue: J+1 Benuaku di atas kaki.. benuamu di depan mata!!

I was supposed to meet Can at 8.30 am in front of the metro station at Taksim, the center of Istanbul it is just like Paris is the center of France.. everything is centralized towards Paris.. the train, the road, the administration.. etc.. It's kind of the same here. All the buses, metros and trams started from Taksim. macam KL central in KL or Chatelet in Paris.. but without the orang hitam..

So that morning, I woke up at 7.45 am, and prepared myself for the day.. normally it would take me less than 30 minutes to get ready but that day it took me longer than usual.. I had the problems of choosing my attire that day (macam pompuan ). I brought my three set of formula 1 driver t-shirts with me (Sauber petronas, Renault and Sauber BMW) and of course I wouldn't wear that tompok-tompok t shirt on my first day of stage.. and it left me with two collared t-shirt... one of them is the poker t-shirt that I wore the day before.. Kang apa kata Can kang aku pakai baju sama 2 hari berturut!! (Qu'est-ce Can va penser si je mettre le meme t-shirt 2 jours de suite) So it left me with my last t-shirt, my rugby 2007 world cup t-shirt.. and here is the problem with that t-shirt.. Normally,this t-shirt dipakai ketat untuk menunjukkan segala muscle2 di badan.. and baju tu agak ketat le jugak... so I have to kuatkan diri.. pakai baju ketat itu.. on my first day of work..!! I was arguing with myself during 10 minutes weather I should or I shouldn't wear the t-shirt.. I even considered wearing a hard -rock t shirt to my first day of work.. but finally.. I go with the rugby t-shirt!!

That morning after meeting Can, he suggested me to buy a sort of transport pass which is called akbil... well, they don't have monthly pass here in Istanbul so you buy this thing and you can reload it as much as you want.. well, as long as Can helped me to buy this thing I won't have a problem with it.. kalo beli sendri konfem kene tipu.. It costs 7 lira but in the end, I could reclaim my 7 lira by returning this Akbil back.. By using this, it will cost me 5 cents lesser than buying a normal ticket.. (oklah tuu..) On the way to buy this Akbil, something caught my eye!! CILAKAK punye CDG.. the exchange rate in CDG was 1.66 TLR per 1 euro.. whereas here, it was 1.95.. ok.. you might think that I was stupid enough to change my money in the airport, but you can't change your money into Turkish Lira anywhere else in France.. the only place that you can change euro into TLR is in the airport, itupun dekat boarding area.. Takkanlah nak datang Turki dengan tangan kosong kan?? mestilah ada duit emergency..Luckily I've only changed 50 euros.. To all those people out there who wanted to visit here.. never ever change all your money in Paris.. Change the appropriate amount first for your first few days survival.. Then, go to Taksim and change your money there..

Later, we took the bus no 42T to go to Tarabya, where the secondary school for this international school is located. It was a very very long journey and I passed 4-5 quartier (bandar) before arriving to my destination.. It was quite interesting for a first timer as I passed several interesting monuments in Istanbul (like having a mini tour). Firstly, just few minutes after taking the bus, we passed the Beşiktaş stadium.. To all the die hard football fan out there, Beşiktaş should be one of the turkish team that you are familiar with (other than Fenerbahçe and Galatasaray). Then, we descended a hill ( yup, this stadium is situated di pinggiran lereng bukit.. gambar nı pun cam senget) and for all the rest of the journey, we had a journey with the view of the ocean. Then we passed one of the castle in istanbul, Dolmahbaçe Castle (I haven't visited this place yet, so I have nothing to explain), Can's university, Galatasaray university, Ortakoy and finally, Bosphore.

Bosphore, is the strait which separated Europe and Asia. The last time when I was here with Gowe, we had a chance spending some time at Ortakoy to take a nice picture of Bosphore from there.. Well, I guess no need to return there.. Buat sedey je jalan sorang2! Dulu ade adık Emre!!

Finally after precisely 55 minutes of ride, we reached the high school, and it is totally situated next to Bosphore.. How can I describe this place.. wellm it's like "Benuaku di atas kaki.. benua tiket di depan mata" I can really see Asia from the bus stop just ın front of my workplace.. (nampaklah Amın adnan tengah bermundur2an di Asia)

Later, I was introduced to most of the staff there. My other supervisor, Gonen (the network engineer of the school) wasn't there that day. Apparently, Can and Gonen work in a part time shedule. Sometimes Can will be in charge of the IT system there and when he needed to go to the university, Gonen would take over his job..

Mosque in Ortakoy, where I passed on the way to Lycee.

Can explained me later to the network system of the high school. By half and hour of explanation, I familiarized myself with all the DHCP, DNS, fileserver, Active directory stuffs... He told me that i would applied everything that he had just explained to me, and be in charge of the IT system in the primary school. Duh?!

My first real job there is to help Can to install a computer in their art class.. Ala.. stakat pasang2 komputer je.. than our day was over.. (yup.. that's the only work that we do for the day... itu je!!) Oh before forgetting, we also deleted some of the unused icons in the desktop of the computers in the lab.. and we have to uninstalled all the unnecessary application in the Lab PC (YM, MSN Messenger, games) I've suddenly become those people the computer lab that you hated because he convıcted you for playing computer games ın tha IT lab or because you have drinks with you in the lab!! Then around 12.30 p.m, we attacked the canteen. I then learned that they will covered my lunch cost as well. This is nice, tidur free, flight free, makan free, masa pon free!! For that lunch, we had a kofte with spagetthi + ketchup sauce + yagourt+ salad (Well, it's school canteen, what could you expect) The canteen here is just like the dining hall back in high school. Everything is prepared and you don't have any choice then eating what was prepared. But of course the food was luxurious, far far much better than the food in MCKK.

After all the hard work, from 11 a.m to 1.30 p.m our day was over.. (tak tipu) We took a bus back to Taksim and on the journey back, we finally had a healthy conversation.. we shared what we learned in university.. he actually studied the image processing and told me the project on which he is working. I told him about how my school system work, what is exactly my competence and what do I expect from the internship..

In blue my journey from where I live to the lycee.

The journey back took a longer time than the morning journey, it was 2 p.m and the traffic was very bad. It's like driving in Pudu@ champs elysees at peak hours. I thought that everyone is so lazy and they'd already finished working but I was surprised later to learn that the Turk work 6 days a week from 8 to 6 p.m. Shame on you les francais!! Actually, The bumper to bumper traffic was due to the rehearsal parade which took place on the road. I saw a poster of Gwen Steffani concert in Istanbul on the 20th May but that mustn't be the reason.. Can told me that the 19th May would be the national day of turk and it was called the day of memorial to Atatürk.. Well that explained why Gwen Steffani is coming to Turkey on the 20th..

As we arrived in Taksim after 1 hour 25 minutes of bus ride, we took a separated route as Can lived far from where I live, near the airport (which was about 30 minutes ride by taxi) He handed me a tape cassette and my next task is to transfer the contains of the cassette into a CD.. I might call my day off and do it the next day I guess...

Almost 90 minutes of ride on a Turkish bus really make my head feel weird.. People always giving alasan gedik.. "Taknaklah naik komuter.. pening kepale lahh" Now, if that kind of people had the chance to take the Turkish bus, baru dia tahu langit tu tinggi ke rendah.. I straight away went to bed as I arrived home and only woke up later to fulfill the stomach (and also by the called of the muazzın)

This is the most confusing part of the day.. The choice is there in front of you and you don't know what to have.. Finally, I entered a grill retaurant, showing a ayam bakar, having it with nasi and it costs me 13 TRL (7 euro) Binawe punye orang Turki!!

As I reached home, I set my target to learn some of turkish essential words so that at least I know what I'm asking for and how much it costs me.. After having a 30 minutes revision on CISCO network.. I called it a day.. This time, i swtched off my room light.. well, papepon.. i'm not alone kan.. jesus menemani aku.. buatpe nak takut!!

Travelogue: J 0 The Day!!

J 0

I woke up at 5 o-clocks in the morning to watch survivor season finale. An hour later my heart was broken as Cirie Fields had been eliminated from the show, making her the second runner up of the survivor fan vs fav.. at 7, Parvati was crowned as the winner of this season survivor, and i was no where ready to leave for the airport..

I've already had my bag packed.. I took a shower before sleeping, knowing that I won't have another one that morning... I hesitated to go at 7 or to wait the survivor reunion show finished, but it is kind of a risk to do any stupid thing as I might have some problem later with the train to the airport. It is Monday the 12th May, and it is a public holiday in France. We called it lundi pentecote.. I barely remembered the history behind that day. All i know is this day is a remembrance for those people who died during the canicule a.k.a. overheat a.k.a musim panas terlampau in 2003. 15 000 of peoples died in France during that time. And workers are allowed to choose either they wanted to go to work or not... and for those who go to work, they won't have the salary for that day, as the money will go directly to the association that will help old citizens to prepare themselves for the coming summer... (Buy drinks, buy medicine etc)

It's already started getting hot in France. For the last few days the temperature barely reached 30 degrees. The worst thing in France is , when the weather said it was 30 degree is not like in Malaysia that you could expect the angin will bertiupan sempoi-sempoi bahasa or you could find yourself an hour later drinking a mega jumbo red slurpee in a fully air conditioned mamak stall in section 15 bangi..

When it is 30 degrees, that means, you could feel the heat in your skin as if your skin would come out at any moment. You could feel the itchiness in all over your body. When you switch on the fan in your room, there's nothing else than angin panas which is directly terbang into your face.. the only thing that you would had in mind is going into shower but just as you stepped out of the shower, cahaya matahari kembali menerik di atas kulitmu.... But I will always remember what cikgu Jamaluddin told us in school:

"Kamu ni panaslah.. rimas lah ngan baju melayu tu.. kang masuk neraka kang baru tau mane lagi panas.."

So I've decided to simply wear a t-shirt and a pair of jeans to the airport considering that as Istanbul is far further near the khaltulistiwa (equateur) In a perfect world it would be much hotter than in France. Luckily that I had to meet my tuteur de stage first, if not I would consider pagoda (showing my six pack abs) three quarter and my best buddy, qrocs!!

After 45 minutes of clear traffic RER ride, I arrived in terminal two RER station.. It was 8.30 am and I started having regret do not watching the survivor reunion show.. My terminal was Terminal 2E and it was just next to the RER station.. the thing about terminal 2E is, as it handles the Air France flight ( lupa pulak.. my flite... air France tau.. jangan jeles) I couldn't find my check-in counter number in the board.. It was written number 56 and i looked around for a counter number 56 and I couldn't find anything. Sooner i realized that it was gate no 56 that was written on the board, not the counter number 56.

I randomly go to counter 9 and asked the girl to check me in and she told me that I have to check in at counter no 4.. How should I know you freaky air France people.. There I am, making another tawaf in that stupid terminal 2.. When I arrived there in the counter, they asked me if I've already checked in.. What a stupid question.. Is just like when you've already finished making sex with another girl, and later you ask her are you a virgin.. 'No, no, this is only to drop off your luggage'

dude! don't tell me that i had to check in at another counter...

she explained that since everything now is beıng computerggghhhized... in her French accent... you have to check in at the computer therre and give me your luggage!! Luckily the computer is just in front of the counter.. Well, it is typical of a French people I guess wanting to do as little work as possible..!! That explains well all the trente cinq heures stuff..

I got a 25-c seat... it's at the aisle side and I loved it.. I prefer seating on the aisle seat rather than the window seat.. You will not bother waking up the guy next to you when you need to go to the loo or in my case, when I need to go to the cabin staff cabinet to ask for some cookies and hot milk. This time, my airplane ride was kind of freaking me out.. I could feel the pressure in my head.. Twice, i almost lost my breathing (failing to telan my air liur when the pressure increased)

As for the airplane, it is far worse from my expectation... It is a little bit bigger that the low-cost cheap airline (Ryanaır, easy jet, air Asia) .. it has no tv..(Damn you Air France) The funny thing is that for the first class seat, it is exactly the same as the economy-class seating, except that they turn the middle seat into a table by putting a removable table on it.. That’s all.. No TV, no 360 degree seat like the one you could see in the advertisement on TV.... rıen.. rıen de special!! Well worth spending your money all those first class people and those people who using your charm and your kejambuan to upgrade to the first class seat!

As I seat for an hour in the flight, I could smell something special from the back of the flight.. Then a chubby but not so cute stewardess tip-toed next to our seat and she called out my name.. I nodded and she looked curiously at me.. She asked me 'Have I ordered a..' then she lowered her voice "muslim food".. it's kind of funny that she had to lower her voice as if she tried not to make anyone in the flight worried that there is a Muslim in the flight and it is possible that he has a 'bahan letupan' under his beard..!

The best thing when you made a special request food is, you would get your food earlier than everyone else in the flight.. You didn't have to worry if during your time, they might out-of stock of coke or everyone else chose the chicken menu leaving you with friend fish and vegetable... I felt sorry for the guy next to me who slept all the way in the flight but abruptly woke up when the attendant mentioned the word meal time in the speaker.. He jealously looked at me enjoying my salmon lasagna, with a hard as rock bread and a tiny little fruit cake.. While he had to wait the crew attendant serving from the seat 1 to 24..

And just when I wanted to give 2-3 star to the air France service (yelah.. dahlah rotıi keras, takde TV.. Pramugari buruk!!) , the flight attendant impressed me by offering me another can of coke without me asking for... sorry gurlz, you still can't beat royal Brunei servıces which offered a 50 cl can of Pepsi... not 10 cl!!

After 3 hours of flight, and 2 times of nearly losing my breath, the captain performed a mediocre landing (it's kind of creepy when he couldn't find the balance during landing.. to Ihsan.. just remember this next time when you fly the plane) I hurriedly marched to the luggage zone worrying that the people who's waiting for me might left if he didn't have my news.. Just when I need to be hurry, then suddenly the world is totally against me.. It’s like every flight in Istanbul arrived at the same time as my flight.. I have to spend another 30 minutes waiting for the immigration passport checking queue.. After a totally silence encounterment with a Turkish muscular policewomen, she let me free and I ran for my luggage..

My fantasy was somebody out there would be waiting for me with my name written on a piece of paper.. Mr Wan Muzaffar.. (cool kan!!) well, my dream almost came true but instead of writing my name, they put it as "Lycee Francais pierre loti intern" Well, it is far better than having to carry my 14 kilo back pack in the metro .

I met Cad, he's my first out of two supervisor in Turkey. He told me how long he had waited for me and he was ready to leave if I did not turn up in another few minutes. Karma was finally on my side..! We took a taxi ride from the airport to my accommodation.. And guess what.. Screw you France.. It is freezing cold here in Turkey.. I almost forgot how did it feel when it's cold and suddenly the turkey 20 degrees temperature + the high velocity wind coming from every side of the sea mencucuk you in the heart..

The journey in the taxi was kind of weird.. He might be expecting a smart cool French people arriving from France as a intern in their place, and soon surprised to see a bald people from ntah, dari mana ntah came approach him (that I could read from the disappointment on his face). He explained to me about my working environment, it is actually an international school with two quarters, one which is just a stone throw from where I live and another one is in 45 minutes of ride in the bus.. I would be fully in charge with the IT problems involving the school near to my apartment.

And when we arrived at the school, we met the pengetua of the school. She was a little bit busy meeting parents who wanted to register their student in the school. Sooner I realized that it was the primary school of the international school where all of the students spend their time playing hide and seek in the field in front of the director's office. Can later showed me to my apartment and he needed to leave early as he had an assignment to send to his professors, promising to take me to see the real French chick in the high school tomorrow.

Before leaving, he advised me to suck up the pak guard of my apartment. Just as I was about to give a smile to the guard, the guard did not buy it.. Instead.. He firmly told me that if I wanted to go out, I had to return before 12 p.m... Oh no.. Now I’m feeling like staying in bangi where my parents would call me if I return later than 9 !!

As Can left me, I spent the next few hours trying to settle down.. It is a spacious house.. With a living room, a kitchen with a dining area, two toilets, one of them with a shower, a store, an office and a large bedroom with a king size bed. It is too big for me to leave alone in the house. It's kind of frightening as well.. macam rumah kat cerita Main-main hantu.. with hamid gurkha and his mak ngah mati dalam grobok dialogue!

I hastily switched on my lap top and miraculously captured a unsecured Wi-fi signal with a pierrelotiasus name on it.. Not bad for a primary school.. Having it owns wi fi.. I wondered who would use it.. takkanlah budak-budak kecık ni bawak lap topo gi sekolah A message appeared saying that somebody could read what I’m going to access which I completely ignored. And that also means no porn for me as somebody could notice the entire site that I’ve accessed!

I waited all the survivor reunion video to load.. That was the time that i realized that this is not just a house, this is a house full of cross and jesus's patung.. i was kind of worry having to stay here .. As I checked on the table, there's a file with the name of a church on it.. The spacious living room was filled with I don't know how many jilid of bible.. Sooner I YMed my housemate and told him that I’m staying in a pope's house..

”father le bodoh.. bukan pope”.. kata beliau.

He suggested me to sorok all the patung and the crosses in the house.. Well I tried to but it didn't work as it's already being paku 'ed to the wall.. So i just took a napkin and covered the cross in my bedroom, as it is the place where I sleep and where I pray.. tak kan lah i have to pray in the store? And for the other room, trying to respect other's religion; I left it as it is....




After having another cry of cirie's losing the survivor, I headed out of my apartment. Then I realized that I’m staying in the most happening street in Istanbul.. the beyoglu area.. It’s like 5th avenue in new York, champs elysees in paris and bukit bintang in kl.. just as I stepped out of the house, there is burger king in front of my house. Turn left, there is a adidas boutique next to a nike boutique and the list go on and on.. as i walked from my house to the nearest metro station (where I have to meet Can the next day) I walked pass two pizza huts (offering unlimited buffet for 4 euros) uncounted number of kedai kebab, all the boutiques that you could list on, from benetton, adidas, quicksilver, nike... 3 panggung wayang... etc...

And as I walked pass the roads 3 times I was being tegur by a turkish trying to act friendly asking me where are you from.. india?? bangladesh?? ( at least have some respect on me ok..!!)
The thing that I've learnt from my trip in Egypt two years ago is.. Everyone is a liar.. So don't trust anyone.. And that's what i stand for here!! I completely ignored them.. Entah2 diorang nı nak pukau aku..

After having a quick tour of my living area, here is the hardest part , to choose where should I eat... my gut told me just to follow my heart and it took me finally to mc Donald.. Once, kimmy told me that mc donald is not something international.. it depends on a country.. that's why we have mc rendang and sambal kombo in malaysia.. well, kimmy a raison.!! Here we have something like mc doner.. mc kebab ... well my choice always stay with double cheese burger.. That cost me around 4 euro (7 lira) sooner than I realized how small the double cheese burger is and it wasn't enough to keep me until midnight.. ( i had my mc d at 4)

After watching another episode of Malcolm, I once again headed out of my room.. This time, i went to a kebab shop.. Not knowing what to have.. And just showing to the manager.. A thing on the picture.. It turned out to be a stuffed potato.. It’s quite large potato, being rebus.. And mashed with cheese.. Then, you could choose the ingredients that you could put in the potato... I don't know how could i ask "berapa banyak saya boleh letak" in turc, so i just put some saussages, vegetables, chili sauce (which i thought was a bolognaise sauce) and mushrooms . It was 1 lira cheaper that the Mc D and well worth the pay..

There goes my first day in Turkey..I headed to my appartment, wondering what could arrive the next day.. and hoping for a well sleep.. that night i sleep with all the lights switched on in the house....!!! risau sleeping alone.. but as ajib said.. walaupun kau sorang.. Jesus menemani kau!!!

Travelogue: J-1

J-1

Ok .. some of you might know it already and I have to keep it a secret from some of you.. There's no point of hiding.. I guess there's nothing else that could be done.. nasi dah jadi bubur..

The thing is with JPA (my sponsor who sent me studying in France) is that they prohibited their students to do their internship in other country than France or Malaysia. Meanwhile, Telecom Lille 1's (my university) policy obliged each and every student in the school to undergo a period of internship outside of France. Well, I took an easy route by doing my internship back in Malaysia, the last summer.. and at the same time I could spend my eid mubarak fete in Malaysia witn my family.. but as I returned in France.. İ was extremely flabbergasted that my internship had not fulfilled the requirement of the international's internship.. I felt a little bit insulted. I assumed that they thought the technology in Malaysia is so so left behind that they couldn't accept it as a country where you were allowed to undergo your internship..!!

But appearently, I was wrong. Later than I found out that students who performed their internship in their pays d'origine (negara asal) , is not considered as doing their internship in oversea..what a jerk..!! they should have told me earlier!! (as in if they told me , i would do my internship in france and missed my hari raya celebration in gerik.. ) come onlah.. it's not like everyday you can celebrate hari raya in gerik! So.. desperately, I had to do another oversea's internship.. at the same time, I applied also for some of the offers in France.. but I hardly received any response..

So one day, my school offered to all students an internship's opportunity in Istanbul, Germany and Hungary.. I was intrigued with the Istanbul's and hungary's.. and I applied for both.. and since I had a good track record in my study.. (now here goes all my effort for not escaping my class) I was the only candidate that was chosen to go to Istanbul.. and the good thing about this, the flight ticket and the accomodation is sponsored by the company...

I was a total idiot if I rejected those offer.. So i took a risk.. in case if any of pegawai jpa or Jpa barua read this blog.. sorry dude.. i've left paris.. well, think about it.. it's not like i wanted to come here.. it's a school obligation.. actually i didn't even care to do my internship outside of france.. it's all because the school's obligation.. and since you guys don't give allowance for those who are doing internship outside of france, i might as well apply in the country where i didn't have to spend lots of money (transport and accomodation foc).. so.. i made some good points here.. in addition, i was perplexed with your explanation.. i remembered one time I asked a representative in Malaysia and another time I asked SFERE about this matter, the answer that they gave me is " itu lain ceritalah.. or 'ca, c'est un cas special.." well.. now i am in this cerita lain, and i didn't understand your stand in this matter.. lain cerita tu camne.. boleh ke idak? ada apa2 batasan tak? Sorry if ou ever have to read this!!

So for the next couple post, as long as I am not bored.. I wıll write every detail of my short but surely memorable trip ın Istanbul.. And kalau I'ver already bored updating my blog, sorrylah that I would have to leave my blog berabuk once agaın.. Excelsıor...!!

Ticket's request -pre ambule

Ok lah, i have to consider my best pal, Amin's a.k.a (eh macam anti katak association lak) ticket 's request.. As a fan of my blog, he once requested me to update lah my blog .. don't lah let your blog be full of dust ( janganlah kasik berabuk blog tu)

To be frank, there are few reasons why i have to abandon blogging for a while.. firstly, you need to understand how pack my schedule in school was before. almost everyday my class started at 8 and finished at 6.. for the past few months i have tonnes of projects (programming, electronics, database, scientific poster, website) that had to be finished by the end of every week.. Imagine... 6 projects in 6 months... gila apa!!

And for those who still didn't know how my school's system works, is not like in another university where you have all those semester exam... here, it is a controle continue where i learn one topic of a subject (let see, electromagnetism for example) for two weeks non-stop .. and after two weeks, there will be an exam about the things that were taught for the last two weeks.. and after that exam, they will teach you another topic.. and you have another one or two weeks before the next exam.. and my years go on and on like that...

Secondly the reason why i was so lazy to update my blog is that, since now i'm living with a housemate, i spent most of my time mengadu and gossiping with him rather than putting it on my blog.. last year, i stayed alone in a student's apartment and i have no one with whom i could share my story. So, that's why i put everything in this blog..

thirdly, i've started my addiction to lots of series , starting from grey's anatomy, friends, malcom and in addition for all the stuffs that i've watched since forever (survivor, apprentice, amazing race) sine my schedule became so much pack, and i was addicted to all those series, cela s'explique why i cannot update my blog..

and finally.. i've addicted to facebook's application.. expecially the mindjolt's application.. we had this competition where everyone will try to get the highest score and we would boast about it in class.. so i've to spend my time practicing the crazy taxi's game and the kebab stall game..

Why have I decided to re-blogging?

1- I've almost finished my semester...I've finished my class at least.. and i'm now in my internship period... so.. takdela my class started at 8 and finish at 6.. eventhough i need some time to layan all the series that i've stated above, about without class, i still have some free time left, not knowing what to do.. so , that's why i think i should reconsider my good pal's request.. there goes the rebuttal for the point no 1.

2. I'm leaving alone rite now.. i no longer have a housemate (except all the jesus's patung in the house.. ) so i need someone to whom i could talk. and i might turned out to be 'gilak' kalau duduk sorang2 and expressing myself to miss potter... my imaginary friend...

3. The tv-shows that i've watched. (big brother, survivor) have finished their season.. so, semakin kuranglah series that I can watch (af pon dah nak habis).. hence, i have more spare time than before '

4. Finally, since my school has just finished, i kinda stopped playing all those mindjolt's application.. and i've started with my city application (tambahlah orang kat bandar aku ye)

COnclusion: Fill your time wisely by doing something interesting, like fulfilling all your fan wish.. so, to all my fan yang kesedihan that i took a long hiatus.. my come back is dedicated to you.. keep supporting me by leaving your comment in this blog.. ok!!