<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332</id><updated>2012-01-19T19:16:41.436-08:00</updated><category term='stage'/><category term='France'/><category term='Masaf'/><category term='Youtube'/><category term='review'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='MCKK'/><category term='studies'/><category term='Turkey'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>I turk it my way</title><subtitle type='html'>Slap me I'm french merupakan kehidupan anak watan Malaysia belajar di bumi perancis. Dia berkongsi pengalaman kehidupannya di perancis,berkongsi pengalaman melancong di eropah, pembelajaran di universiti (ecole ingenieur) dan berkongsi kegemarannya. Bekas pelajar MCKK batch 9903, kini menetap di Lille France menawarkan perkhidmatan nasihat bagi sesiapa yang memerlukan khidmat-khidmat yang berkaitan dengan blog ini.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-1193874599981019018</id><published>2008-07-21T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:04:31.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><title type='text'>I want to live in a world where I belong</title><content type='html'>Currently in CDG Airport, waiting for my TGV back to Lille.. The best thing about waiting something is, when you have to wait something, you hve nothing to do.. and when you have nothing to do, then the best thing to do is to berangan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only angan-angan is that, i will wake up later on the bed in istanbul just to realize that I had another 2-month before going back to France.. Well guess you would appreciate things when there were gone right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing about being in France, is that I have access to youtube (Youtube is banned in Turkey because some Greek Idiot put a video claimed that Ataturk was gay.. stupid greek people)&lt;br /&gt;So  since I have access to youtube now, at least I can entertain myself with those songs which once ago, lighted my daily life in Istanbul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to share those songs with u guyz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f98M1_x0Vlk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f98M1_x0Vlk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rkL7LiN8Piw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rkL7LiN8Piw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HF2zvxSBKr4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HF2zvxSBKr4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, lepak2 sambil mengenang kembali kenangan tengok euro.. berulang2 kali tgk video ni.. must have been the best goal of the tournament... nampak le hakan balta baca do lepas gol tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="336"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5v0hh&amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5v0hh&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="336" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5v0hh_turkiye-hirvatistan-semihin-golu_sport"&gt;TURKiYE - Hirvatistan Semih&amp;#039;in Golu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;envoy&amp;eacute; par &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/rubeyda"&gt;rubeyda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-1193874599981019018?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1193874599981019018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=1193874599981019018&amp;isPopup=true' title='86 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/1193874599981019018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/1193874599981019018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-france.html' title='I want to live in a world where I belong'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>86</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-624120243234024864</id><published>2008-07-18T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:24:39.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><title type='text'>I turk it my way!</title><content type='html'>Few hours from now I'll be leaving my home for the last two months.. 3 years before, during my first visit to this dreamland, as the onur air flight departed from sabihah gocken airport back to Istanbul.. I told myself that I would come back to turkey one day.. and I setted myself a target on 2008 (as during that time, normally the Metro project connecting Asian-Europe was supposed to be finished)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I departed from Paris few months ago, I hesitated a little bit.. I had a memorable time during my last visit here and I was afraid that my two-month stay would ruined that.. yet.. here I am again, in the same situation as I was three years ago.. I am about to leave Turkiye.. but I can't say goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a choice either to spend my whole summer here or to go back to Malaysia, I am sorry that I had to reject the latter.. but I had no choice then.. As I am staying right now in somebody's appartment rent free.. Staying longer might be a burden to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made this two month experience so special to me? It's not about visiting all those monuments in Sultanahmet area.. (trust me.. I've finished visited all those tourist attractions during my first week here)  For me, it was about how warm and welcoming all the people here.. If I had to give some sort of points on the criterias that made my trip here a wonderful experience for me, I would think 60% was because the people here, 30 % because of experience watching Euro 2008 and 10% because of the monuments and the environments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed here for about two months, and in that two months I only felt that I've been cheated once.. well not that i was cheated.. at least the person told me in advance that he would katok me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about entering a bar for the Turkey-Germany Euro 2008 match and the usher in the bar politely said to me that I had to pay and entrance fee of 25 Lira just for the match (well , normally it would cost 5 Lira for me to order a Coke in the bar) -Coke ye kawan2 bukan Ephes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I felt bad for the turkish people.. don't they know how to katok pelancong ? A pakcik in front of my apartment, charged me 1 Lira for a Cornetto ice cream when the real price was more than two liras.. Unlike most of the countries (tanya kawan-kawan kat Mesir) they had two menus , one in english (with a different price of course) and another in Arabic.. And guess what.. taxi drivers here are still using meters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Hisham when he came here that this was one of the factor why I liked turkiye and his people very much.. and I told him to note berape kali dia bakal ditipu during his trip..  after about 6 hours of checking in kat Hotel in Athens.. the housekeeper charged him 1 euro for using internet eventhough it was written earlier that the internet should be free ( It was better to charge people mahal, but at least you said earlier that you would charge them rather than kata taknak charge orang.. lepas tu charge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, when we were eating in a seafood restaurant (still in Athens) the waiter there hidang macam2.. air kosong and roti (standard restoran le kan) and when the bill arrived, they thought that we couldn't understand those mathematics word.. still they charged us for that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me about months to get cheated by a Stambouliste (takdele kene tipu.. tapi kene charge mahal le.. tp standard le.. sume orang malam tu bayar 25 lira ) and as I stepped out from turkiye.. bang... operasi menipu tourist bermula semula..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe me.. if I want to compare my experience in Turkiye with my experience in Cairo.. it's like comparing a slice of pickle and a chicken chop, mane lagi sedap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would definitely miss how my friend threated me here during my stay.. Sometimes I stayed with the guard of my apartment .. lepak2 killing our time.. some of them couldn't speak french or english well.. but it was not a halangan for us to communicate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one incident I was in the guard house with this one guard who can't speak french or english.. and I was talking to him in french and he was talking to me in turkish.. after realizing that we couldn't understand each other.. we just had our silence moment for a while.. and I started to watch the tv.. later I realised during that silence moment.. he was exploring the turkish-french dictionary to find all the words that he said to me earlier.. just to ensure that I managed to understand what he tried to explain me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the scene from love actually where colin flirth learned the portuguese language in order to propose ther portuguese maid and later when he proposed her.. that girl had in fact learned english in case colin flirth proposed him? Well , that's kind of happening to me.. the pakcik that charged me 1 lira for ice cream will greet me everyday with a simple english phrase that I bet he memorised hardly in order for us to have a casual conversation.. it's kind of a hint for me to learn turkish but believe me.. it's a different language from latin root.. and for ticket in japan, it would be easy for him as it came from a different root with japanese language (big a house have I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I say.. believe it or not.. I will soon be leaving Turkiye.. and I had such a memorable experience behind me.. Few years back there it was hard enough for me to leave turkiye after a 5-day visit here and today it would be 15 times harder for me to leave turkiye after my 70-day stay here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the commentator in ATV said right after the loss of turkiye to alemanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tesekkuler Turkiye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-624120243234024864?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/624120243234024864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=624120243234024864&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/624120243234024864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/624120243234024864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-turk-it-my-way.html' title='I turk it my way!'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-4898485426129672674</id><published>2008-05-16T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:36:49.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Travelogue: J+1 Benuaku di atas kaki.. benuamu di depan mata!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SC2HjEgv1rI/AAAAAAAAALA/_ao8Kh9D2ws/s1600-h/800px-Taksim_Square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SC2HjEgv1rI/AAAAAAAAALA/_ao8Kh9D2ws/s320/800px-Taksim_Square.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200962181259056818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SC2L80gv1sI/AAAAAAAAALI/oobUd0Sx64w/s1600-h/akibis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SC2L80gv1sI/AAAAAAAAALI/oobUd0Sx64w/s320/akibis.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200967021687199426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That morning after meeting Can, he suggested me to buy a sort of transport pass which is called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;akbil...&lt;/span&gt; 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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SC2PqUgv1tI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zhX1uOoUqGo/s1600-h/257664219_69fe773e5b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SC2PqUgv1tI/AAAAAAAAALQ/zhX1uOoUqGo/s320/257664219_69fe773e5b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200971101906130642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 nothi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.jeff86.multiply.com/image/4/photos/4/500x500/61.JPG/PC210286.JPG?et=fNvNzhqmqyLdhcu91IQ%2CsQ&amp;amp;nmid=4238173"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.jeff86.multiply.com/image/4/photos/4/500x500/61.JPG/PC210286.JPG?et=fNvNzhqmqyLdhcu91IQ%2CsQ&amp;amp;nmid=4238173" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng to explain), Can's university, Galatasaray university, Ortakoy and finally, Bosphore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.jeff86.multiply.com/image/6/photos/4/500x500/63.JPG/PC210287.JPG?et=mLhUkllV2kKPtg3aSmNhdA&amp;amp;nmid=4238173"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.jeff86.multiply.com/image/6/photos/4/500x500/63.JPG/PC210287.JPG?et=mLhUkllV2kKPtg3aSmNhdA&amp;amp;nmid=4238173" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mosque in Ortakoy, where I passed on the way to Lycee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SC2bv0gv1uI/AAAAAAAAALY/WImUcH8FvZM/s1600-h/plan-generale.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SC2bv0gv1uI/AAAAAAAAALY/WImUcH8FvZM/s320/plan-generale.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200984390534944482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In blue my journey from where I live to the lycee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-4898485426129672674?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4898485426129672674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=4898485426129672674&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/4898485426129672674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/4898485426129672674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2008/05/travelogue-j1-benuaku-di-atas-kaki.html' title='Travelogue: J+1 Benuaku di atas kaki.. benuamu di depan mata!!'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SC2HjEgv1rI/AAAAAAAAALA/_ao8Kh9D2ws/s72-c/800px-Taksim_Square.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-1703868640274645449</id><published>2008-05-15T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T04:28:59.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Travelogue: J 0 The Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;J 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. 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 &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; 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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already started getting hot in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. 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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamu ni panaslah.. rimas lah ngan baju melayu tu.. kang masuk neraka kang baru tau mane lagi panas.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to simply wear a t-shirt and a pair of jeans to the airport considering that as &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Istanbul&lt;/st1:city&gt; is far further near the khaltulistiwa (equateur) In a perfect world it would be much hotter than in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. 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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; 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'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude! don't tell me that i had to check in at another counter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;) .. 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Istanbul&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; 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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fantasy was somebody out there would be waiting for me with my name written on a piece of paper.. Mr Wan Muzaffar.. (cool &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;!!) 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 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Cad, he's my first out of two supervisor in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Turkey&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. 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 &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.. It is freezing cold here in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Turkey&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.. 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 &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you in the heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey in the taxi was kind of weird.. He might be expecting a smart cool French people arriving from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, he advised me to suck up the &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;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 !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”father le bodoh.. bukan pope”.. kata beliau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; 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....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SCypF0gv1pI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-D857N3fkjE/s1600-h/Istiklal_Avenue_in_Istanbul_on_3_June_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SCypF0gv1pI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-D857N3fkjE/s320/Istiklal_Avenue_in_Istanbul_on_3_June_2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200717587166516882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Istanbul&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.. the beyoglu area.. It’s like &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;5th   avenue&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;new York&lt;/st1:state&gt;, champs elysees in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; 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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;india&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;?? &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;bangladesh&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;?? ( at least have some respect on me ok..!!)&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I've learnt from my trip in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Egypt&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; 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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.. 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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SCyqLkgv1qI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Dic7QAhS8v8/s1600-h/potato.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SCyqLkgv1qI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Dic7QAhS8v8/s320/potato.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200718785462392482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my first day in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Turkey&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;..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!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-1703868640274645449?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1703868640274645449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=1703868640274645449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/1703868640274645449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/1703868640274645449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2008/05/travelogue-j-0-day.html' title='Travelogue: J 0 The Day!!'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/SCypF0gv1pI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-D857N3fkjE/s72-c/Istiklal_Avenue_in_Istanbul_on_3_June_2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-7618276168140122539</id><published>2008-05-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:38:14.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Travelogue: J-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J-1  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-7618276168140122539?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7618276168140122539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=7618276168140122539&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/7618276168140122539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/7618276168140122539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2008/05/travelogue-j-1.html' title='Travelogue: J-1'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-5196140223662599346</id><published>2008-05-15T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:32:40.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ticket's request -pre ambule</title><content type='html'>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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why have I decided to re-blogging?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-5196140223662599346?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5196140223662599346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=5196140223662599346&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/5196140223662599346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/5196140223662599346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2008/05/tickets-request-pre-ambule.html' title='Ticket&apos;s request -pre ambule'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-892236458999203393</id><published>2008-01-11T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:29:46.385-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCKK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>After a long hiatus... and how the story began..</title><content type='html'>I took a long hiatus from blogging. Actually, as I remember, this should be my first post in France. Moving into new house, I had stuffs to be settled first. I got my internet 3 weeks after moving in, then all the classes which obviously far to be harder than my first year in France, and the main reason, I didn't have enough momentum to begin from where I left with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now, I was obliged to write a post about what was happening in my life for the past two-three weeks. It has been a marvelous experience for me and deserved to be put in this blog so that as long as this blog exist, the memory remains forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before my long life friend flew to India, he had mentioned about his dream of going for a trip in Paris, just for the sake of that old steel in Champs de Mars. I could still remember the day when Ihsan (my deskmate in MCKK) came back from Paris and recounted to us of his experience in each and every single place he visited there. (He managed to convince me that Catacombe the Paris was a nice place to visit and I believed him until I found out myself it was a well done nonsense statement) I who had been eager to Paris, made a pact with Goda that one day we would be visiting Catacombe de Paris together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/R4feNLizsOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qufz3xXqZyA/s1600-h/IMG_0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/R4feNLizsOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qufz3xXqZyA/s320/IMG_0815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154332616567271650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Paris didn't seem enough for Goda. Right before he left from India, he mentioned to me his willingness to do a tour around Europe while I was still here.. It seemed quite impossible at that moment for a JPA scholar from a country like India to do a tour in Europe, which even myself, had trouble to do so.  But at that time, I just crossed my finger and hoped things would happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of the globe, specifically  in Indiana America, my other buddy from school had  made plan to visit her sister in Manchester during his winter break as he didn't make plan to return to Malaysia during that holiday. It thought that it would be nice to hang out with during the holiday, as it seemed to me that it had been a long time since we met each other. The last time I saw him was of course when I sent him to the airport in my Waja with 7 passangers, driving 180 km/h in Sepang (not the circuit) , and even being hit by a cab driver. Even all these efforts, it wasn't enough for 7 of us to  bid farewell to him for the last time (God bless whoever who wanted to go somewhere else before going to the airport). And since that, we never had a chance to see each other, even during summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/R4fd0LizsNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MDk8125ce5c/s1600-h/IMG_1166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/R4fd0LizsNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MDk8125ce5c/s320/IMG_1166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154332187070542034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw his plan to visit her sister as an opportunity for me to have a small gathering in my place, to have some xoxo gossip boy moment in my room, and maybe to have a small tour around Lille (since Lille is the center of Europe, you can visit lots of place around here). I asked Goda to come the same date as Alim, so that our gossip boy session would be merrier. Meanwhile, Alim dreamt also seeing his favourite club (second favourite club I guess) stadium in Nou Camp, Barcelona whereas Goda begged me to bring him to Milan to visit the boutiques there (He never heard of Champs Elysees I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make a important decision though. Considering that I was only closed to Alim since I was in form 4 (shame on you Alim, we even gossiped about you a lot when we were in form 3) , I should just ignore Alim wishes and granted Goda's desire (We've been good friends since form 3, he was one of my "shaver"- I had this problem of phobia with the shaver since the 1 ringgit in KK caused me pain a lot, and we only had fight once, of which we called the Milo moment) But at the same time, Alim made a very huge deal with me when we were in high school about how we would be partner in business in the future and patati patata , and the other obvious reason why I thought of abandoning Italy, was simply just because, I've been there once . (Pity Gona who had to visit Spain twice - chill man, I've been to Amsterdam, Brussels and Paris for an uncountable time too)  So, there went my plan, to gather as many friends as possible, to make a get together activity and visit as many place as possible, so that, for my two best buddies who came from the other side of the world, would profit their stay in Europe... Who knows, this might be the last time we get along together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-It's amazing to see how one day you were one's closest friend and just to find out that five year later, you would never talk to each other-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;End of part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/R4fe2LizsPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2lHc-11VU0c/s1600-h/IMG_1105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/R4fe2LizsPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/2lHc-11VU0c/s320/IMG_1105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154333320941908210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Dedicated for those who spent more than 2000 euro just for the sake of seeing friends-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-892236458999203393?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/892236458999203393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=892236458999203393&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/892236458999203393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/892236458999203393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2008/01/after-long-hiatus-and-how-story-began.html' title='After a long hiatus... and how the story began..'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/R4feNLizsOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qufz3xXqZyA/s72-c/IMG_0815.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-5779285869156644732</id><published>2007-10-22T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:00:31.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What can make you homesick...</title><content type='html'>1)  You are stranded on a strange island where everything is so unfamiliar to you. And the island           was way way too much uncivilized than your hometown.&lt;br /&gt;2)  You can do nothing. It's pouring outside there and the only place that safe now is your own shelter. And what make thing the worst, you are alone. Even having an imaginary friend can't help you rite now.&lt;br /&gt;3)You are so tired. Not having enough sleep make you think that the only thing that matter is having your own bed at home.&lt;br /&gt;4) Less then 24 hours ago, you had a very wonderful tyme with your buddy, strolling around your hometown in a way that you never had discovered before.&lt;br /&gt;5) You are on a trip to a place and you have to wait more than 24 hours before arriving to your destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all happening too me.. I've already missed bangi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-5779285869156644732?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5779285869156644732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=5779285869156644732&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/5779285869156644732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/5779285869156644732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-can-make-you-homesick.html' title='What can make you homesick...'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-3892816150746087994</id><published>2007-10-18T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T06:08:14.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>lagi lagi raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rxh5Ev-WwdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kgKO_y7g1QI/s1600-h/DSCN1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rxh5Ev-WwdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kgKO_y7g1QI/s320/DSCN1251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122977698638381522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finally, we managed to gather everyone for our own family photo session. It's been a long time since everyone gathers just for the sake of taking picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a 'sue' day for me yesterday.  As I arrived from kampung, we realized that there was a problem with our Astro. So there went whole day yesterday without Astro, and specifically without TV . And it became worst during the night as my Internet connection broke down. That really completed my day yesterday.  It's not that I always want to compare things with the one in France, but, seriously, I never had any problem with my internet connection  there. Well I guess we have to wait till the telecommunication engineer from France to come back and change our internet's condition in Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my complaints, since I am still in my raya mood,  a little brag about my celebration in kampung will fill up this entry. Well for those of you that miss kampung so much, miss celebrating hari raya in Malaysia, sorry to say but it was not as groovy as you expected, for me, it was just OK. Nothing was extravagant, it's just a normal hari raya celebration for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed a lot for the past years. There is no more visiting relatives celebration around kampung,  no more playing with mercun and bunga api with my cousins ( duh.. I was form 5 during my last raya in Malaysia ), no more routines of going to kedai apeq depan simpang to spend my duit raya buying ice creams for cousins ( who obviously have grown up and hardly remembered who I am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we now have our new schedule and routine. And it was hard to acquaint myself with the changes that have been practiced for the past years. I had to attend this Mr and Mrs majlis takbir malam raya, then going to majis iskandariah to perform my solat raya (which I doted on the most) due to the reason that Sultan Perak performed his solat there, then had to pretend smiling for about 3 hours during my father's open house in kampung, attended by a bunch of thousands total strangers to me.  Few unknown came to me, telling me how long they had't seen me and how I had changed and at the same time, the only thing I had on my mind was, who the hell is you.. I felt quite ashamed with myself but please, i hadn't gone back for hari raya celebration in Kampung for three years, shouldn't that be a good excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Raya kedua was better than the first one. Apart of having to stay on  a two hours these mr and mrs somebody's open house, and again smiling and pretending as if we really had a memorable time there, we had a really great evening there. And for me, that is why this hari raya is so meaningful to me. It was just a typical activity that we used to have when we were young, the evening, most of my cousins arrived in kampung (one family from kl, one uncle from kl and one family from kelantan). It was so nice to have everyone back and to see how everyone had grown after 3 years (and surely that it was me who have grown the most). We had our own ziarah-menziarahi event, going to our aunty's house next door,  an ice breaking session updating on what was going on with each other, i played with my new nieces and nephews which I just discovered their existence and our activity "wajib" during hari raya, gossiping about our cousins, uncles, aunties, and parents (which literally means reminiscing those days where we had our anak this pakcik clan vs anak another pakcik clan..) It was droll and a meaningful time for me of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day, everyone started to pack their things, and heading to our own ways. Though those short moment passed briefly, so short not even I managed to captured it in my video recorder, but it's not what in the recorder that's matter, the one that I'd captured inside my heart is the one that I will always remember forever... Thanks for having those short get-to-know activities that will obviously make me think twice if I want to spend my hari raya in France.. I end my entry with my new nephews and nieces that I've just discovered during the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLap_N0LXCI"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yLap_N0LXCI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-3892816150746087994?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3892816150746087994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=3892816150746087994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/3892816150746087994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/3892816150746087994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/lagi-lagi-raya.html' title='lagi lagi raya'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rxh5Ev-WwdI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kgKO_y7g1QI/s72-c/DSCN1251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-9074871317179717000</id><published>2007-10-10T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:54:42.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCKK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday, had a little chat with Goda on YM. I can feel his eagerness to celebrate Hari Raya, probably, more than mine. It seems to me that being away for three years from Malaysia, deteriorate my hari raya excitement. People here have started to buy new clothes, new shoes, new songkok, new jeans, new t-shirt, pattati pattata.. But for me, i've just bought a songkok, since I don't have one and my last songkok was the one that I wear in MCKK. My father bought me a baju melayu since I left mine in France. So that's all about my hari raya preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is my last day of training in Kumpulan IKRAM Sdn Bhd. It always occur to me that I had such a hard feeling to be away from something, even if I was just with them for two months. The last time I had the same feeling was two days ago when Izhan went back to Terengganu, which means I have no more friend in KL. (Before, I had the same feeling when Amir left me, ayub.. ajib n matno, abang ipan, the telekom guyz... ) And I clearly remember the last day of my practical training in SNCF France, I almost cried going out of the gate although it was me before who cursed the stupid company policy which needs me to wake up at 6.30 a.m in the morning (Which people don't do there during winter). Well I guess, that's life.. few days from now, I'll be leaving for Lille (KL-Bandar Seri Begawan-Dubai-London-Lille). I am quite excited to be back to my normal life again. My ex-lab-partner have just found me a new lab-partner since he terminated school and changed courses to more IT specific courses. I guess I will be having another sensitive-emotional-wanna-cry feeling knowing that this guy that have been teaching me life as a francais (all the dirty words and I even went to his house one), will not be around me this year. Thanks for everything mon cheri and I wish you all the best in IUT. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rw2Hsv-WwaI/AAAAAAAAAJo/7eQECi1Su0Q/s1600-h/36051151024246l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What can I say about hi, he respects me a lot, not only as a foreigner, but only as a Muslim. For example, when I went to his house, I told him that I was a vegeterian who ate fish ( a common reasoning for those who don't want to waste your time explaining things) Having seen me cooking a chicken in our common kitchen, he secretly asked some Muslim people here (I mean, the real, practical one which is not common in France), and as I arrived his house, I was shocked to find a packet of Halal chicken which was bought by his father from a nearby-biggest-town. (which is about 60 KM from his house)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119897872079700418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rw2H_P-WwcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RMJcKYCUBvk/s320/36051151024246l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My lab partner is the smallest guy of all. During his suprise birthday party which I baked a cake for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess the coming days will definitely be different without him around. Just like to remind my own-made-quotation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends come and go,&lt;br /&gt;but brotherhood lasts forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(this is the answer for Shamil's friendship forever question that he asked me when I was in Dublin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Tomorrow, I will be leaving for Ipoh for a typical family gathering in Gerik during hari Raya. This year, will be a memorable one for me. not only will I be spending hari raya in Malaysia, but the good news is, I will be having my solat hari raya back in my old town, Kuala kangsar. Looking forward to see few teachers that might be praying in the same modque, and maybe some collegians that had to stay.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, I leave by attaching three youtube movie for this hari raya festive. The first one is a petronas hari raya eid, which goda found it touching. The second one is from TV3. I find it has no sense at all but as the commercial took place back in my alma matter, I find it interesting to share it with MCKK guyz around the globe.. And the third one, is a scary one by proton..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selamat hari Raya&lt;br /&gt;Maaf Zahir Batin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some special message to the guys in Rue Manuel, ajib, matno n eijas :nantikan kepulanganku ngan resepi baru, MC gay gay around the world : Jangan sedih2.. korang baru setahun 2 je merasa.. aku dah 3 tahun x raya kat malaysia, last year raya siap exam agi tu.. abang ipan ngan raiz: smoga saudagar-saudagar kad raya (tiru ayat cik padil) mendapat keuntungan yang lebih besar hari2 akan mendatang, ex-larochellian (telo, gowe, jeri, mariani, pesa, dhirah) : rindu gak sambut raye ngan korang .. see u in la rochelle.. hahah .. lillois n ex lillois- rindunye bakar sate, masak lodeh banyak sayur, kek yang last2 ada orang sorok kat rue manuel, makan rendang yang eijas kate the best rendang in France... Orang2 yang menjayakan dinner MASAf (baik yang membantu mahupun yang datang) : Thanx banyak2.. slamat ari raya ye.. pembeli2 kad raya: thanks.. trime kasih sbb beli.. supportle kami agi. kitorang akan blajar dari kesilapan nxt year... Malaysian in France: have a wonderful hari raya... sorry for everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUtcYVnDxJw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bKzRL7ULlNE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SkyjJTUWxo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-9074871317179717000?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/9074871317179717000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=9074871317179717000&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/9074871317179717000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/9074871317179717000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/hari-raya.html' title='Hari Raya'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rw2H_P-WwcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/RMJcKYCUBvk/s72-c/36051151024246l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-8995203772761736507</id><published>2007-10-09T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:30:43.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Menarik... menarik.. menarik...</title><content type='html'>Smalam aku nak tolong si Izhan ni buat research untuk homework die.. kene carik skrip drama.. pastu aku terjumpe satu website ni.. menarik n best gile.. die ade skrip untuk kebanyakan filem2 yang pernah ada... pastu aku pon bukak le skrip filem fevret aku of all time.. n bace.. hahah tersentuh hati bace skrip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baru2 ni ade gak tgk cite tu.. pastu leh meleleh tu air mata.,... memang le jiwang aku ni.. Cerita apakah itu? Apakah cerita yang menarik itu? aku sediakan sedikit sedutan daripada skrip cite tu yang aku amik kat internet untuk korang teka (ni macam mix fm nye teka sedutan filem le pulak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita tu bermula dengan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Airight so this is the world and there are five billion people on it.  When I was a kid there were three.  It's hard to keep up. That's better.  That's america. See, America still sets the tone for the world...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Indiana -- Clark Hodd.  13.  The best point guard in the  country. Puberty hasn't been easy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Becky Farling.  You'll see her in the next Olympics. Seattle, Washington.  Dallas                        Malloy. Went to court to be   allowed to box professionally.   She's 16.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's genius everywhere, but until they turn pro, it's like popcorn in the pan. Some pop...  ...  some don't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm the guy you don't usually  see. I'm the one behind the scenes.  I'm the sports agent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part yang menyentuh hati.. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt; REPORTER                       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; It's Tidwell!&lt;/em&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;  Tidwell exits the locker room.  Press and media surround him. Even the grizzled old-time stadium workers reach in to  squeeze him, to slap him, to touch him.  He works his way to ******.  They hug. Cameras flash.  Tears roll down from beneath his purple shades.               &lt;em&gt;                  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TIDWELL             &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We did it.&lt;/em&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;  And now, in the middle of this emotional union, a portable phone rings.  Both men reach for their porties.  It's  ******'s.  With anticipation,  he answers.                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                         *****                 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Hello.   (beat)  It's Marcee.  She says she  couldn't get through on your phone.&lt;/em&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tidwell grabs the phone, and joyously shares the moment with his wife***** watches, as Tidwell leans on his shoulder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahah... cerita apakah itu? tapi memang sayu nye tgk cite ni.. sebak dada.. hahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tadi telefon tuteur entreprise aku.. nak bincang sket.. telepon pakai handpone.. tak tau le pulak.. aku baru je sedar yang kalo tambah 132 kat depan.. kirenye aku buat 1320033 pastu no orang tu untuk tepon france rate die murah gile... tadi call 20 sen je seminit.. tapi x pernah pon ade iklan kat tv? nilah yang dikatakan escoqurie.. die sediakan perkhidmatan tapi x pernah menyedarkan orang tentang perkhidmatan die tu... chiant tol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jadi kepada pengguna2 maxis.. kalo nak tepon oversea jangan lupe add 132 kat depan tu.. rate yang aku nyatakan kat atas tu untuk tepon fixed line.. kalo hp france mahal sket ... 99 sen seminit.. kalo aku tau kene tambah 132 , aku call abang dulu dengan mengadd 132.. 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Memandangkan aku tak pernah naik bas, aku sentiasa suggestkan RER untuk sesape saja yang datang ke Paris ni. Terdapat dua pilihan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiket Paris Visite yang berharga 17.05 euro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiket ini membolehkan anda berjalan tanpa batasan selama satu hari menaiki semua public transport Paris. Tiket Paris Visite ni agak mahal sebab dekat Paris ni ada banyak tiket yang membolehkan kita naik unlimited access to public transport (akan dihuraikan di bawah) tapi cume tiket paris visite ni je yang boleh gunakan untuk ke airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beli tiket Airport- Paris 8.20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini memang tiket pakai sekali je lah . untuk ke mane2 tempat dalam paris. lepas tu nak bergerak dalam paris kene beli tiket seunit yang berharga 1.50 ataupun boleh beli ten for 11.10 euro. tapi bear in mind yang tiket ni hanya untuk dalam paris sahaja (zon 1) untuk check zon2 tempat2 kat paris ni boleh tgk map &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.parisinfo.de/images/paris-metro-plan-karte.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.parisinfo.de/metro-plan-karte.htm&amp;amp;h=542&amp;amp;w=537&amp;amp;sz=202&amp;amp;tbnid=e8LYrEZZ9nsQTM:&amp;amp;tbnh=150&amp;amp;tbnw=149&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dparis%2Bmetro%26um%3D1&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;ei=v0YCR6LtNI_8swL6pMgP&amp;amp;sig2=ffpkfyNWcKu1ta2DQOxNnQ&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=images&amp;amp;ct=image&amp;amp;cd=1"&gt;metro ni&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bile beli tiket metro sila minta peta, peta kecik supaya senang buat reference. Tak payah susah2 nak print website nye peta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga ada cakap yang terdapat tiket2 metro lain yang dijual.. di sini aku berikan nama tiket metro tu dan kenape korang x patut beli as korang sampai dari airport. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ticket jeune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk bawah 25 tahun. harganya 3.20 untuk zon 1-3 dan 6.40 untuk zon 1-6. Hanya boleh dipakai weekend dan hari cuti umum. Takleh pakai sampai airport. Unlimited access untuk the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ticket Mobilis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harga dari 5.60 euro- 12++ (ikut zon). Boleh dibeli hari-hari biasa. tapi x boleh digunakan sampai ke airport. Unlimited access of transport untuk the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boleh check website &lt;a href="http://www.ratp.info/touristes/index.php?langue=en&amp;amp;rub=decouvrir&amp;amp;cat=paris-visite&amp;amp;page=presentation"&gt;RATP&lt;/a&gt; untuk maklumat lanjut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk hotel, my favourite will be &lt;a href="http://www.accorhotels.com/accorhotels/index.html"&gt;Accor group&lt;/a&gt; punye hotel. Hotel Formula 1 dan hotel etap sangat murah (bezenya... formula 1 toilet share tapi etap toilet dalam bilik). Tapi kebanyakan hotel-hotel ni terletak dekat pinggir paris and susah sket nak access ke paris (sebab tu murah). Always check with &lt;a href="http://www.mappy.com/"&gt;mappy&lt;/a&gt; lokasi hotel2 ni banding ngan stesen metro and check stesen metro tu gak supaye tak terlampau jauh dari pusat bandar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite hotel is &lt;a href="http://www.accorhotels.com/accorhotels/fichehotel/gb/for/3072/fiche_hotel.shtml"&gt;formule 1 St Denis Stade.&lt;/a&gt; terletak dekat dengan stadium France (stadium world cup 98 dulu) and sangat dekat dengan stesen RER. Senang untuk ke paris. Harga pon xdele mahal sangat .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear in mind yang harga untuk hotel2 formule 1 and etap adalah untuk 3 orang sebilik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. abis cakap pasal teknikalnye tempat, skarang ni jalan2 kat Paris pulak.. apa yang menarik untuk dilihat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eiffel tower (Zone 1- metro champ de mars line 6)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ala mende ni cam wajib le pulak nak pergi, kalau x tulis sure macam pelik je. Kalau nak pegi, pegilah awal2 pagi sket untuk mengelakkan beratur panjang untuk beli tiket.. dalam 11 euro camtu dapat naik sampai ke tingkat atas sekali. Dekat bawah-bawah mende ni ade orang-orang bangla menjual keychains.. sangat digalakkan untuk beli kat cni.. tapi make sure negotiate betol2.. harga standard se euro satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waktu malam pon best untuk pergi, sebab dia pasang lampu. Lepas tu sejam sekali, lampu tu akan berkelip2.. sangat lawa untuk diambil gambar kalau ada camcorder..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Champs Elysee (Zone 1 Charles De Gaulle - Etoile - line 1, RER A)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117732194950234418" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RwXWUP-WwTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IaYrnexhOdE/s320/Arc_De_Triumph_Flag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Etoile ni ialah round about paling berbahaya kat dunia ni. Syarikat insurans taknak membayar balik apa-apa kemalangan yang berlaku kat dalam round about ni. Kalau nak keluar dari Metro, ikut sign Arc de Triomphe, adalah sebuah mercu tanda yang sangat popular di Paris. Memperingati kemenangan perang dengan England di Austerlitz. (Lebih kurang cam tugu negara le) Lepas tengok tugu ni, bolehlah lalu Champs Elysees, jalan tercantik di dunia, dan sewa kedua termahal di dunia (Selepas Fifth Avenue). Kat sini ada macam-macam kedai-kedai dan butik-butik yang menarik, make sure lawat butik RENAULT, Louis Vuitton (di sebelah kanan jalan kalau anda membelakangi arc de triomphe) dan juga butik Disney (kiri jalan) . Kat sini nanti adalah orang yang akan &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tanya can you speak english.. and maybe orang tu mintak pelancong2 asia belikan beg louis vuitton&lt;/span&gt;.. just abaikan orang2 tersebut sebab mereka ni adalah sindiket-sindiket beg cetak rompak dari China.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perjalanan ke LOUVRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nasib baik ada Da vinci code, kalau dak takde orang tau Louvre tu apa. Terdapat dua cara untuk pergi ke Louvre. Pertama, dari Champs Elysees tadi, terus je jalan sepanjang jalan tu (sambil tengok butik-butik kiri dan kanan) dalam 1 km, anda akan sampai di place de concorde (Concorde square, square terbesar diFrance) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117733771203232066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RwXXv_-WwUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/tBW6BuhfmNA/s320/Place_de_la_concorde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Dekat tengah-tengah square ni ada satu obelisk yang dihadiahi Mehmet Ali (Egypt) dan obeliks ni berasal dari Luxor (Egypt). Dekat obeliks ni jugakle pernah terletaknye guillotine untuk memotong kepala raja-raja dulu waktu revolution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lepas tu, akan ada taman, jardin de tuilleries. taman ni pon dipopularkan oleh Da Vinci Code. Biasa je, it is just a taman, tapi taman ni popular sebab Da Vinci Code je le.. Lepas tu bolehlah enter ke Louvre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi jarak Arc de Triomphe ke Louvre ni dalam 1.5 km gak. Kalau dah letih sangat, boleh teruske Louvre naik metro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Louvre (Zone 1 - metro Pyramides)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piramid kaca ni used to be my favourite monument in the world (&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RwXaN_-WwVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yuYDpQMSqCQ/s1600-h/LeLouvre_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117736485622563154" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RwXaN_-WwVI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yuYDpQMSqCQ/s320/LeLouvre_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;skarang dah depan mata dah x fevret dah) Popular sebab Da vinci Code (again), juga kat dalam ni ada lukisan mona lisa (jangan terkejut melihat keBESARan mona lisa dalam ni. Entry adalah free bagi mereka di bawah 18 tahun (kepada junior-junior yang baru sampai, masukle mende ni cepat2 , kang nyesal cam aku) Tapi bear in mind that you need at least half days untuk melawat museum ni (walaupun sekadar meng'usha'usha je. nampak je pyramid kaca, tapi jangan terperanjat melihat kebesaran museum ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Notre Dame (Zone 1- RER B atau RER C Notre Dame)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notre Dame ni pulak popular sebab cerita hunchback of notre Dame tu. Ia hanyalah merupak sebuah katedral. Nak masuk dalam, boleh aje, sekadar untuk melihat2 apa yan&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RwXbpP-WwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DSPjdhM_neQ/s1600-h/750px-NotreDameI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117738053285626210" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RwXbpP-WwWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DSPjdhM_neQ/s320/750px-NotreDameI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g ada di dalam. (eh, mase mencari gambar ade maklumat yang katekan gereja ni pernah ada kat cerita Van Helsing) Jangan terperanjat tengok betapa besarnye katedral ni. Bukan macam gereja-geraja kat Malaysia tau. And apa yang menarik lagi kat sini ialah adanya sungai Seine, ada permandangan yang sangat lawa sepanjang sungai Seine tu. kalau nak naik bot pusing2 paris, boleh bermula dari sini . Frankly, mende-mende ni sume aku x nah try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kat sini juga (dekat sepanjang sungai tu sume) ada kedai-kedai souvenirs and gift shop. Kat sini merupakan tempat yang murah juga untuk beli2 souvenirs. And kalau berani masuk celah2 lorong kedai2 tu semua (just follow the crowd) akan ada syurga makanan, banyak kedai-kedai makan yang enak2 n kedai2 kebab pon banyak juga. Tapi nak tahu tempat makan paling best kat paris ni.. tunggu sampai bawah entry ni...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sacre Couer - Quartier Montmatre (Metro Anvers, zone , line 2)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RwXde_-WwXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N65Xt6But_Q/s1600-h/455px-Sacre-coeur-paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117740076215222642" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RwXde_-WwXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N65Xt6But_Q/s320/455px-Sacre-coeur-paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my fav monument kat Paris ni. bukan sebab lawa pon, actually die punye suasana sangat menarik. Untuk pergi ke bangunan , kalau keluar metro tu kena naik bukit yang sangat tinggi. Kalau ada kabel car, ok, tapi kalau rosak, naikle tangga yang beratus-ratus tingkat tu. Tapi bila sampai atas, suasananye sangat calm (make sure pegi mase matahari nak tenggelam) Orang akan lepak-lepak tepi tangga, akan dapat the best view of Paris in the evening (kalah eiffel tower) akan ada orang main gitar sambil nyanyi2... memang dapatlah rasa kehidupan orang paris.. n kat area2 atas ni gak ada kedai souvenir yang murah2 jugak, n tempat untuk lukis gambar buat souvenir. Sangat best untuk dilawati (berkali2 datang x pernah jua aku masuk sacre coeur tu) Kalau pernah tengok cerita Amelie Poulain, kat sinilah most of the pengambaran tu dibuat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kalau nak turun dari Sacre couer, awas dengan tangan anda. akan terdapat sekumpulan orang2 afrika yang akan memakaikan gelang di tangan anda.. lepas dia dah pakaikan gelang tu, baru die mintak charge yang sangat mahal.. time tu nak bukak dah tak boleh dah.. so elakkan berhubungan  ngan orang yang tak dikenali ye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pigaille ( Zone 1, metro Pigaille, line 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ada apa di sini? takleh cerita lebih2. cume untuk orang yang curious bolehle turun.. hehehe.. dekat je ngan sacre couer tu.. kalau curious singgahle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hard Rock Cafe (Zone 1 , metro Grandes Boulevards , no 9)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;memangkan hampir keseluruhan baju saya ditaja oleh hard rock, maka perjalanan ke Paris takkan lengkap tanpa membeli souvenir di Hard Rock Cafe. Just nak indicate location dia sahaja, apa yang ada kat dalam macam biase le kan.. bila kluar metro ikut signe musee Grevin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Musee Grevin ni sebenarnye museum patung lilin. Terpulangle kalau nak pergi .. (tapi takdele sebest madame tussaud) ianya terletak sebelah Hard Rock Cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mosquee de Paris (Zone 1, Place Monge, line 7)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masjid utama di Paris tu. Frankly speaking aku pon pernah gi sekali je , itupun subuh tak nampak sangat le apa yang ada (bukanlah saya tidak ke masjid, tetapi biasanya saya musafir) Tapi menurut kawan2 yang pernah ke sana, tempantnya sangat besar dan lawa.. Cuba bayangkan aku gi subuh2 tak nampak apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stade De France (RER B , Zone 2, La Plaine Stade De France)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stadium world cup 1998, juga tempat terletaknye hotel fevret aku tu. Kat sini bolehle korang dapatkan marchandise2 official untuk france punye team. And memandangkan world cup rugby pun dibuat kat cni, maka akan adalah official marchandise utk tagbi jugak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La Defence (Zone 3, RER A atau metro line 1, metro La Defence)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once korang jalan2 kat paris ni korang akan sedar yang most of the buildings adalah bangunan2 yang lama2. itu yang membuatkan architecture kat Paris ni unik. Antara tempat yag korang leh nampak kemodenan Paris ni adalah di kawasan la defence ni. Barulah kat sini korang leh jumpa mall, bangunan tinggi2, senang cerita macam KL le. In case kalau korang dah pening kepala dengan bangunan yang uzur2 , why not singgah sini. At least boleh lepak2 sambil minum starbucks (Bukan senang nak jumpa starbucks kat france)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disneyland Paris (Zone 5, RER A, Marne La Valle Disneyland Paris)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;macam tak perlu describe je ape yang ada kat sini, faham2 jele.. disneyland apa lagi yang ada kat sini. Just reminder yang biasanya orang akan habiskan at least satu ari kat disneyland ni. Pandai2 bajet makan sume, and try check disneyland paris punye website, sometimes ade tiket murah yang perlu dibeli beberapa hari sebelum ke disneyland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chateau de Versailles (Zone 4, RER C, Versailles rive gauche)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kedatangan ke france takkan lengkap tanpa melawat istana-istana di france ini. Itulah antara tarikan utama di France ni. And istana tercantik yang paling berhampiran dengan Paris ialah Chateau De Versailles ni. Dibina pada kurun ke 15, oleh Louis 14. Perjalanannya dari paris agak jauh tetapi bila sampai, bolehlah menghabiskan satu hari di sini. Melawat istana mewah, lepas tu ngan taman2 dia sume, kalau malam, kadang2 ada performance. kalau dah tak tahu nak buat apa di paris tu, bolehle melawat chateau de versailles ni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strasbourg St Denis (Zone 1)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempat aku wajib datang kalau ke Paris.. sebabnye.. makan.. sini memang syurga untuk makan le.. kuar2 metro korang akan nampak KFC.. sure terliur n teringin nak makan .. nak2 orang yang jarang balik Malaysia.. Guess what.. sume KFC kat France ni halal.. so korang bolehle serbu KFC tu dan makanle puas2.. nak bawak balik ke suke ati korang le.. once korang dah muak makan kfc tu, try cari satu pintu gerbang, ala2 arc de triomphe. Bila korang masuk pintu gerbang tu, voila, kiri makan, kanan makan, akan ada satu jalan yang sangat panjang yang ada pelbagai kedai makan india or pakistan dan juga arab. Nak makan beriyani ke, nasi dengan kari ke, tandori ke.. sila2 n harganya juga tak mahal. Dalam 5 euro untuk beriyani (sama harga ngan kebab) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;begitulah sedikit sebanyak tempat2 yang boleh dilawati semasa di Paris ni. Banyak lagi sebenarnya tempat2 yang korang boleh lawat, tapi ni apa yang aku biasa pegi kalau bawak kawan2 datang. In case ada nak tanya apa2 bolehle e-mail terus ataupun tulis je komen bawah ni.. Selamat melancong.. Bon voyage! n yang penting skali, slamat makan KFC halal.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-1384535346159185173?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1384535346159185173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=1384535346159185173&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/1384535346159185173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/1384535346159185173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/paris-je-taime.html' title='Paris Je t&apos;aime'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RwXWUP-WwTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IaYrnexhOdE/s72-c/Arc_De_Triumph_Flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-3263516640025827553</id><published>2007-10-01T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T09:52:52.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>selamat hari raya</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-HR8s5kvTh8"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-HR8s5kvTh8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-3263516640025827553?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3263516640025827553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=3263516640025827553&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/3263516640025827553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/3263516640025827553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='selamat hari raya'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-92162055220732250</id><published>2007-09-30T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:23:41.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='France'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday Aiman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RwB0qP-WwQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KGzdP-iZLj0/s1600-h/160712818l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116217445884281090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RwB0qP-WwQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KGzdP-iZLj0/s320/160712818l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Aiman,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;adakah kau mengerti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hari ini hari isni,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;satu haribulan sepuluh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;selamat hari lahir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kan kuucapkan kepadamu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kalo sambungkan ade lirik insan tercinta.. so baik aku stop kat ctu je.. kalo sambung lelebey kang lain lak maksud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;happy birthday kat aiman zakwan jidin. ataupun lebey dikenali sbagai telo je.. sedar x sedar dah dekat 4 tahun aku kenal ko.. kenal mule2 ade mamat sdar sorang ni le.. mase kat intec dulu nak tumpang naik kete pergi shah alam ke ntah mane ntah. pastu aku tunggu punye tunggu tak datang2 gak.. hangin aku.. pastu esok aku bising ngan edie ade budak sdar mane ntah kate nak tumpang last2 tak datang..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pastu sangkut gi la rochelle sesame.. nges3 padan muke.. tapi nak marah x jadi.. sebab mamat ni layan AF gak time tu, cume time tu die minat zahid le.. aku minat kaerr (ha.. skarang tgk.. lagu sape yang berkumandang kat radio.. x lamenyelah si zahid tu).. sampai kat la rochelle make bermulelah hidop friendship slame empat tahun.. from kawan to housemate to best friend.. nges3..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, kepada aiman yang dah smakin membesar, selamat tambah umur.. cam biaselah.. skang ni dah dua puluh satu tahun dah boleh sewa kete dah.. jangan tengok mende2 tak snonoh slalu waktu aku tidor.. smoge enjoy life..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-92162055220732250?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/92162055220732250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=92162055220732250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/92162055220732250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/92162055220732250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-aiman.html' title='Happy birthday Aiman'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RwB0qP-WwQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KGzdP-iZLj0/s72-c/160712818l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-2019349538941761942</id><published>2007-09-30T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:03:10.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masaf'/><title type='text'>kenapa kad raya dapat lambat?</title><content type='html'>Surprisingly, cuti kali ni was the best cuti sepanjang 3 kali aku balik cuti kat Malaysia. Memang sangat pelik memandangkan aku balik cuti kali ni panjang. Biasanya kalo sebulan duduk malaysia dah bosan, ni x bosan2 agi. Xdelah x bosan, tapi masih boleh diterima le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe disebabkan cuti kali ni, banyak mende yang aku buat dan banyak le orang2 yang satu ari dulu pernah menceriakan hidup aku dapat ditemukan di Malaysia ni (serious ayat ni keling gile)&lt;br /&gt;And ditambah ngan projek aku ngan abang ipan ngan raiz.. menjual kad raya, memang rase ade je mende kene buat kat Malaysia ni, so xdele bosan sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mulekan ngan &lt;strong&gt;projek kad raya&lt;/strong&gt; nye cite. idea ni mula2 diber oleh sifu aku, abang zeffereli lame dulu. die suh jual kad raya untuk memajukan MASAF le ni kirenya. Pastu mende ni terbengkalai ngan sebegitu lamenye sampailah lepas dinner MASAF tu, tengah lepak2 n sangat borink xde mende nak buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pon call abang ipan dan kasikle idea untuk projek ni. Sangat positif die ni. Walaupon waktu itu man u cam kene blasah kan, awal-awal league, die tetap menyupport projek ini dengan sepenuh jiwa. Ni kire- dekat2 3 minggu sebelum pose le ni. Memang x tunggu dah, terus je gi kedai printing, tempah kad raya n start promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nak dijadikan cite, design kad raya awal tu burukle sesangat. nangis aku ngan abang ipan tgk design asal die. cube bayangkan, logo MASAF tu , die perbesarkan buat corak kat blakang kad raye tu. Berwarna warni kad raya tu. Aku ni dahle x reti cakap taknak, kat cni le kemahiran mengpangkah abang ipan tu digunakan utk memujuk si pekerja tu untuk tukar design blakang, dan hasilnye korang leh le tengok kad friendster aku tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;printing ni pon chiant gak. Mule2 katenye nak siapkan seblom pose. eh.. mule2 die kate nak siapkan sblom abang ipan balik france( 3 hari b4 pose), pastu die tunda sampai sblom pose , pastu delay sampai tgh2 first week.. last2 second week baru dapat.. tak pasal2 orang start marah-marah kad raya x dapat le.. nak wat camne, nak explain susah.. tapi inile permasalahnnye bile meng subcon kan projek kepada orang.. kite yg kene deal ngan subcon nye error..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end , aku kene pos laju untuk kad raya tu sampai seawal mungkin kat customer. n pos lajunye bayaran adalah 2 kali ganda ngan pos asal yang kitorang bajet.. sebagai effect kitorang nye profit turun, boleh dikatekan sangat negligeable.. tapi xpele.. for the sake nak kasik orang2 kat france ade kad raya, untung blakang kire.. bsyukur x rugi je.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tujuan aku luahkan semua ni supaye pembace2 yang dapat kad raya lambat faham. bukan kitorang saje2 kasik kad raya tu lambat, kad raye tu x sempat nak singgah kat rumah kitorang lebih drpd satu ari pon. once dapat terus kitorang pos. tp ade masalah pihak2 lain yang membawa effect kepade projek ini, in the end , untung x banyak.. tapi it's ok.. harap lepas ni dapat support anda sume agi.. n kitorang akan perbaiki sume kelemahan yang ada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumorang tertanye2 bape kad raya yang dapat dijual.. terima kasih kepada sokongan anda sume, kad raya yang dijual melebihi 4oo keping (ni jumlah terakhir sblom kad raye tu bertolak ke france) abang ipan ngan raiz ade jual lagi kat sane.. memang sangat gembira ngan bilangan kad raya yang dijual..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harap kualiti kad raya ni bagus.. kalau nak komen ke (pasal lambat tu dah dijelaskan) bolehle reply entry ni.. tahun depan, kalo ade rezeki lagi, kitorang plan btol2.. planning untuk kad raya tahun depan memng dah start dibuat dah dari skarang berdasarkan pengalaman tahun ni.. harap lepas ni kad raya tu dapat dijual ngan lebih bagus.. kualiti lagi tinggi dan dapat lebih awal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebelom mengundur diri, sekali lagi mintak maaf atas kelewatan kad raya yng sampai ke depan pintu umah anda.. trime kasih kepada abang ipan ngan raiz yng telah menjadi sorang yang sangat supportif dalam projek aku kali ini.. without u, i'm nobody man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and trime kasih kepada mereka2 yang telah membeli kad raya ni.. sangat bersyukur dengan pembelian korang, modal yang dikeluarkan tu dapat dibaliki (ni lagi satu ayat ntah pape) walaupun x untung sangat sebb problem printer tu, it's ok.. harap korang gembira ngan kad yang ada..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-2019349538941761942?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/2019349538941761942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=2019349538941761942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/2019349538941761942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/2019349538941761942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/09/kenapa-kad-raya-dapat-lambat.html' title='kenapa kad raya dapat lambat?'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-2251007630578820449</id><published>2007-08-22T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T04:17:14.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Masaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCKK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sebulan yang cepat</title><content type='html'>It was the fastest one month of the year.. sekejap je dah sebulan aku cuti kat Malaysia ni.. n sedar x sedar banyak dah mende yg aku buat dalam masa sebulan ni..  kalau dalam masa2 yang lalu.. sebulan tu memang sangat lama n rasa sangat tertekan nak tunggu sebulan cuti kat malaysia ni habis.. tp untuk tahun ni.. aku btol2 le isi cuti ni.. tp ada dua bulan lagi.. i bet that this two months akan jadi sangat lame ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prank Goda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RswTvwqmg1I/AAAAAAAAAII/e-VzMxJ8APk/s1600-h/IMG_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RswTvwqmg1I/AAAAAAAAAII/e-VzMxJ8APk/s320/IMG_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101474189142295378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;As aku balik, Goda dikenakan oleh aku.. dia tak tahu pon sbnarnye aku balik.. jadik aku cakap ngan dia yang ada kawan aku dari France nak datang.. nama dia Jim.. mintak dia tolong amikkan.. so masa aku mendarat.. nampakle goda melopong carik2 si jim ni.. pastu nampak muke aku.. terkejut beruk die.. kalah amir terperanjat tgk aku kat dublin.. rupe2nye sume orang dah tau aku balik.. goda je tak tau n blur.. kire sume org berpakatle ni dalam rancangan aku mengenakan goda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami pon berkumpul2 n kluar2 kat kl reramai.. ngan geng2 lame le.. tanpa sebahagian rakan2.. tapi kitorang menghormati ketiadaan mereka2 seperti alim, matoque, tiket .. ngan mencipta imaginary mereka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to College..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RswVOgqmg2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UyswK4rtW-E/s1600-h/IMG_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RswVOgqmg2I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UyswK4rtW-E/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101475816934900578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Haha.. jangan jeles.. Back to college ni idea aku.. tp xdele aku smangat sangat terlibat ngan mende2 ni... aku cume pemerhati je.. n tukang slam idea orang .. "devil advocate" kirenye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically mende ni ialah kami pulang semula ke MCKK dan berjumpa dengan form 1 form 1 kami dulu.. n beri mereka guide untuk pembelajran lepas spm.. a level.. ib sume.. blajar kat non english speaking country sume,... adale module2 yang menarik2 sume..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu in the end ade forum.. dapat le jumpe our form 5 99, budu n aleq.. aku jadi pengerusi majlis mase tu.. ade gak le watak penting kat back to college ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mase back to college ni ada dinner batch sume.. alhamdulillah ada 70 orang gak yang datang.. x sangka lepas 4 tahun .. ade banyak perubahan ngan member2 batch sume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RswWLwqmg3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/yzKb0INg810/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RswWLwqmg3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/yzKb0INg810/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101476869201888114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. ada yang makin membesar.. ada yang meninggi...  ada jugak yang tak berubah2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time.. dpt jugak jumpe adik2 aku mase form 5 dulu.. chehh.. x sangka diorang ingat agi kat aku.. haha.. dapatle tgk perubahan sorang2.. aku then just realize how much cepatnye junior2 dan kanak-kanak ni membesar.. rase cam tetiba hati ni cam touchy sket..  balik2 kat umah lepas tu cam tiba2 ada keinginan nak jumpe adik2 0206 yg aku jaga dulu.. aku pon dptle kontek sket2.. n ntah.. rase cam terharu je.. tgk masing2 dah membesar n ada kehidupan masing2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MASAF's dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Minggu pertama, jumpe member, minggu kedua uruskan back to college tu n dalam minggu ketiga n keempat ni lak.. aku uruskan seminar n masaf's dinner.. it was really a challenge.. n aku rasa aku nak buat entry special untuk masaf dinner ni.. banyak benda yang aku blajar .. paling penting .. time ni le dpt nampak member2 aku yang mane sanggup berkorban sume nak tolong aku.. sanggup bersenkang mata sampai kul 3-4 pagi melipat kertas2 sume.. ada yang sanggup berpeluh2 waktu dinner x makan sume... ada yang sanggup meredah sesat barat lalu lintas utk menolong aku uruskan mende.. trime kasihle bebanyak.. n dapat jugak aku jumpe budak2 pekom baru ni.. yang slame ni x nah aku sedar pon kewujudan diorang ni.. hahah chill gak.. insya allah kalo aku free.. aku buat entry baru utk yg ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bermulanya STAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dan pada 13/8.. maka bermulalah sesi persekolahan aku utk tahun kedua kat telecom lille 1 ni ngan rasminya.. dengan praktikal aku kat group IKRAM.. engineering leading company kat Malaysia ni.. aku keje kat finance department.. menguruskan bayaran2 yang dibuat kepada IKRAM dan bayaran2 yang IKRAM buat.. xdele aku happy sangat buat stage kat ctu.. sangat computerized n aku x nampak sangat apa yang aku buat kat entreprise ngan apa yang aku blajar kat ecole.. lepas tu lebey kurang ari2 buat mende same je.. masuk bende dalam pc dari paghi ke petang.. aku rase stage ouvrier aku lagi best dari ni.. tp tak tau le.. dalam mase 2 bulan lg ni mcam2 boleh jadi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berhibur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tetibe rase sunyi le pulak.. majoriti member2 aku yg kat kl ni dah balik.. goda dah balik india.. lepas je goda balik kami dah x aktif dah kuar2 sume ni.. budak2 lain x balik (alim sume.. tiket) .. n budak2 france pon dulu awal2 kami ada gak kuar2 .. skang ni musim2 stage dah abis.. dioran pon sume dah pulang ke umah masing2 menikmati sisa2 summer holiday.. n member2 pekom yang same2 aku berpenat lelah buat seminar n masaf dinner dah balik france.. sian diorang kene blajar.... ni baru awal.. aku tak tau le lagi 2 bulan nak merasa camni kan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buku wajib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ku slongkar buku wajib aku (autograf book) mase kat koleq dulu..n x sangke ade quotation yang aku dpt dari mane ntah aku masukkan.. tp mende yg aku quote dlm buku wajib aku ni aku nak dedicate kat mereka2 yang telah menghidupkan bulan pertama aku kat malaysia ni...&lt;br /&gt;trime kasih banyak2 sebab wujud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:-1;" &gt;As long as we have memories, yesterday remains. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:-1;" &gt;As long as we have hope, tomorrow awaits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:-1;" &gt;As long as we have friendship, today is beautiful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-2251007630578820449?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/2251007630578820449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-6264882390055871404</id><published>2007-07-02T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:43:44.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>dah nak abis first year dah</title><content type='html'>Skarang ade kat Paris, rumah Aiman ex-housemate aku. Lepak cni seminggu kot sblom meneruskan hidup ..  Dah lama x update blog n byk benda yg nak cakap.. tp kang tulih bebanyak kang bukannye orang bace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumaat yang lepas kira berakhirlah kehidupan aku sebagai first year student kat ecole d'ingenieur. Alhamdulillah boleh dikatakan yang tahun pertama di agak sukses gak aa (bergantung kpd exam jumaat lepas gak le tp insya allah ok kot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kat paris ni skang saje nak menghilangkan kebosanan menyungul sorang2 kat lille.. sejak 2-3 minggu lepas sume orang dah start balik malaysia meninggalkan kami2 kesungulan kat lille.. mule2 syazana.. pastu ajib ngan matno 3 minggu lepas.. pastu zarf.. syazwan.. eijas .. n yg plg last skali kimi.. rumah yang dulu bising nak mampos kat rue manuel tu dah berpuaka dah.. siap berasap sume kat dalam periuk nasi (sapele x basuh periuk nasi sebelum balik malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan 22/6 yg lalu.. dah nak dekat 2 minggu dah.. berlansunglah  majlis graduation  kat ecole aku .. n daripada ramai-ramai orang yang graduate tu.. adalah 2 orang budak malaysia.. the first-two malaysian graduates kat TL1 ni, and the first 6 malaysian graduate yang terus masuk ecole ingenieurs lepas preparation ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RonLgZOyONI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ow4qMx0CbwI/s1600-h/IMG_1708copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RonLgZOyONI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Ow4qMx0CbwI/s320/IMG_1708copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082817411853465810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zeff,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Congratz sbb berjaya grad .. bangganye ade budak koleq yg jd first 5 graduates kat France.. sure ko jadik idola budak2 koleq yg lain nak datang cni. hahah (dah2 le wei promote skolah) papepon terima kasih sbb dr awal2 lagi waktu kat lr dgn seriousnye memberi tunjuk ajar n hidayah utk dtg ke lille (macam mentor le plak) n dari mase ke semasa terima kasih sbb menjadi tmpt release tension bile aku blajar (pegi bilik diorang, carik makanan, pau n mengumpat dan bergosip) n trime kasih sbb menjadikan kehidupan aku kat sini ceria n sweett slalu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walaupon jumpe kat lr tp aku cam x tegor byk ko, maklumlah, aku ni kan pemalu orangnye.. tp ingat agi mase gi bruxelles sesi pindah memindah aku (alaa yg zeff frust x sempat tgk england main tu) yg aku slaku junior ni kene duduk kat blakang n time tule start borak2 pasal trip ke istanbul korang sempena fin d'etudes. tak sangke dari hari tu jumpe ko dah nak abis dah annee n korang pon dah nak gi istanbul dah.. Terima kasih untuk  setahun yg best ni.. masak2 sume .. kengkadang aku saje je pg 8.30 mlm blk ko sbb tau tu waktu memakan korang .. n fevret food aku ialah bende mexican yg letak kat dlm kerepek n ade daging2 banyak kat dlm tu..huhuh.. nnt korang dah nak blah aku nak mengepau makanan (n oren ) kat mane le lagi.. semoga sukses slalu dlm kehidupan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RonQ-5OyOPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/p8F1rhuICy0/s1600-h/508542170l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RonQ-5OyOPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/p8F1rhuICy0/s320/508542170l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082823433397614834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu tahun dpan, bilangan budak2 Lille ni pon akan berkurangan.. peon ngan zeff dah xde (sadis sbntar) farid pon dah nak ke toulouse dah..  kalo korang nak kenal farid, die ni mamt yg tengah half way down kat gambar ni.. gambar ni mase trip wakil2 kelab lelaki lille (n cawangan grenoble) meronda2 pusing west-france.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Selaku presiden kelab lelaki lille, aku dengan ini mengucapkan tahniah n syabas kerana menjadi ahli yang menepati setiap tatasusila kelab lelaki lille. Pemergian anda daripada kelab sejak bulan 3 yang lalu sangat dirasai oleh ahli-ahli kelab n keceriaan rue manuel juga telah berkurang. aktiviti2 rasmi telah bertukar daripada berbual2 kepada bermain game.. itu baru rase kehilangan anda di rue manuel, blom agi kehilangan kat lille.. dalam bebrapa bulan yang akan datang, anda akan meninggalkan lille utk ke toulouse.. memandangkan anda masih agi dlm France, maka jangan lupalah utk membuka cawangan kelab lelaki di toulouse (yg mungkin bakal diterajui oleh anda sendiri dgn bantuan fadhil) so all da best in da future et la vida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RonTvJOyOQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C9bXSUnLgwM/s1600-h/456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RonTvJOyOQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/C9bXSUnLgwM/s320/456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082826461349558530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n finally, biaselah yang terakhir utk syazwan (ucapan terima kasih adalah berdasarkan ranking kawan ye syazwan)  syazwan dah balik malaysia dah.. ni ucapan utk syazwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syazwan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thanx n good luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-6264882390055871404?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6264882390055871404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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paham lansung pemende yang belajar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camne nak revise kalo x paham pemende yg diajar.. nak buat latihan ape pon x faham pemende.. isk isk sikk.. tertekannye.. nak ngadu pon dah xde orang nak ngadu dah.. x pasal2 aku kene ngadu kat fadhil... arggh... tertekannyye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slamat bercuti bagi mereka yang sdg sronok gile di rumah menonton emil emilda.. n slamat meng cassez la tete kepada mereka yang mengambil exam b31 jumaat ni.. merde..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-2027508732046590400?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/2027508732046590400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-5376700915063437284</id><published>2007-06-21T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:11:55.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>seminggu yg sebok</title><content type='html'>Minggu ni boleh dikatakan sbgi minggu yg paling sibuk skali untuk aku selama aku jadik student kat Lille ni. Mula2, bermula dari rabu-khamis lepas, aku ke london utk menonton ocean 13 sambil mengrenew passport aku.. macam2 kisah n ragam orang london aku nampak tp aku x nak tulis kat cni sbb nanti panjang ceritenya jadi.. khamis pagi je.. dalam pukul 5 pagi, aku sampai dari london naik bas eurostar.. aku terus ke rumah matno membawa nasi lemak n nasi goreng n tido kat sana.. tp dalam pûkul 7.30, dah kene bangun sebb ade test writing spanish.. terpusu2 aku ke kelas di kala orang2 tgh lena diulek mimpi. masa test tu.. mate aku dah berat dah.. nak tido.. tp kuredahkan jua hati ini dan buat je cepat2 ape yang mampu.. penat buat cepat2 untuk carik katil, cikgu spanish aku x kasik kuar kelas.. die suruh lepak sampai habih waktu.. ceh.. hampeh btol... habis kelas aku terus balik n misi aku mencari katil matno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai2 umah ade farah n tunggu semy dtg.. tak jadik lak tido.. aku pon teruskan misi mencari rumah aku.. petang tu cam ade kelas ingles tp malas gile nak gi.. aku pon ponteng n petang tu mlawat satu rumah kat fives bersama kimi n matno.. tp aku kan demand tinggi cam x jadi gak amik umah tu sbb besar sgt.. last2 balik tgk ajib ade masak2.. mlm tu aku kene balik umah sbb rumah tu penoh sgt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagi jumaat aku ke kelas blajar matematik.. isnin ade exam math... ceh hampehnye cikgu.. aku x sabar2 nak balik malaysia dah.. tak larat nak meneruskan pembelajaran.. sedar2 syazwan ngan zarf blah gi colmar n pintu bilik zarf terbuka luas memanggil aku.. aku pon ape agi.. gunekan bilik tu utk stadi malam tu di kala budak2 ni bergumbira sebab malam tu malam terakhir matno ngan ajib kat lille.. kuatkan iman utk berjaya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esok pagi2 dlm kul 7 aku pon bgn n mandi2 siap2 nak hantar matno ngan ajib n farah n semy kat gare.. lepas antar farah, aku, matno, ajib n semy gi jap minum2 kat kedai kat lille europe.. pastu naik tren.. and bile lepas naik tren.. jeng3.. aku buat surprise kat ajib ngan matno.. sbnarnye aku dah beli tiket dah nak antar diorang sampai airport.. sweet kan aku.. hahahah.. takdele.. pikir2 lepas ni cam 4-5 bulan agi baru leh jumpe kan.. so alang2 antar jelah sampai airpot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai2 paris terus serbu umah telo.. telo lak nak kuar uruskan tiket flite die.. aku pon ikot ngan ali.. tgk2 die ade masalah lak.. flight die nye reservation kene cancel le.. pastu kene tambah extra duit le.. kuang ajar btol orang french.. anarquer sungguh.. last2 kene dtg lain ari nak bincang ngan manager die..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu gi makan kat restoran malaysia ngan telo, ajib n matno ngan ali.. order le nasi lemak ngan ayam.. lepas tu ramai gile dtg ade budak2 malaysia lain. dhirah syaza ngan bdk2 blois.. meriah sungguh paris ari tu.. diorang nak jumpe kak siti(orang jpa kat cni yang bakal balik malaysia) maka dgn rasminye aku poon carile umah lain nak lepak malam tu .. dahle kasik tau telo last minute.. kul 11 sampai kul 8 baru kasik tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu gado ngan matno nak beli souvenir kat sacre coeur.. diorang nak gi notre dame.. last2 orang besar kenelah mengalah.. sampai2 sacre coeur kene naik tangga 100 tingkat sbb die nye funiculaire rosak.. ajib dah tarik muke dah time tu.. hahah.. tp sampai2 atas cam legenye.. n ade banyakle souvenir.. aku pon habis dekat 100 euro beli tshirt2 world cup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas shopping cam malas gile nak turun.. naik2 berjam2 tp lepak skejap je.. maka kami pon melepak kat tangge sambil mengambil angin petang.. ni yang aku suke kat sacre coeur.. lepas shopping2 leh lepak kat tangga n didendangkan ngan lagu2 seperti no women no cry.. time tu aku pon melayan jiwang jap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turun2 terus balik umah telo.. aku lepak bilik jamal ngan ajib matno sat sambil reminsce alma matter le konon2nye.. malam tu kuar ngan budak2 batch utk makan sushi.. pk2 balik cam lame aku x jumpe sumorang n skali skale jumpe sgt terkejut ngan perubahan sume orang.. sronok pon ade.. bercampur baur perasaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malam tu gi umah raudhah lak.. lepak2 skejap je pastu tumpang bilik faizal tido..&lt;br /&gt;esok bgn pagi2 utk antar diorang gi airport.. hadi ikut same... lepas hantar.. dapatle souvenir gel ngan ubat gigi ajib sbb die xleh bawak mende alah itu atas flight.. balik2 cam malas lak nak tinggal hadi kat airport.. maka aku pon teman die sampai paris n lunch sesame.. ooh.. kat airport dah ade cam monorel yg hubungkan 3-3 terminal.. xyah naik bas dah.. maju sungguh french akhirnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastu balik lille.. n revise utk exam isnin.. ceh bukannye masuk otak pon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagi isnin exam pastu lepas exam je terus ade subjek baru.. dahle poning kepale memikir.. petang gi umah syazwan.. umah die kene pecah.. abis duit die ilang sume.. cet.. sian gile.. dahle nak balik malaysia.. ade masalah lak ... pastu dengar ceramah tuan rumah die sume.. ho ha ho ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selase tu cam gi kejap je kelas n jumpe syazwan utk tolong die settelkan kes polis sume.. aku cam kasik resit je sbnarnye pon.. lunch kat chinese restorang.. kirenye untk last time le lluch ngan die.. hilang agik 2 orang kat lille (zarf pon balik ari tu gak) balik2 umah ade projek english nak kene buat... aku pon buatkanle utk satu group sbb malas le nak bincang2 ni.. leceh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rabu smalam kene prepare presentation.. ade presentation english, communication ngan spanish.. pade mase yg same kelas start 8-6... tertttekannnnnyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi abis sume presentation.. lege gile rasenye.. okle kot sume.. kene puji je memanjang.. hahahah.. aku dah tak reti nak cakap ape dah.. lepas ni kene stadi untuk exam last aku jumaat dpn.. dah le ape die ajar x paham.. tp kene pass gak exam ni.. nak kekalkan rekod xnah fail agi utk tahun ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okle.. aku sbnrnye biase cite kat budak2 cni.. tp dah xde orang nak cite.. terpakse le aku tulih kat cni n meleter kat korang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selamat makan nasi briani ngan pampodom bagi mereka yang berada di malaysia..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-5376700915063437284?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5376700915063437284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=5376700915063437284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/5376700915063437284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/5376700915063437284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/06/seminggu-yg-sebok.html' title='seminggu yg sebok'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-4769644333988726048</id><published>2007-06-18T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:40:20.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>semua dah balik mesia</title><content type='html'>ajib dan manau dah balik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bosannye lille..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-4769644333988726048?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-2102231900080929864</id><published>2007-06-17T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T10:54:36.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I dont wanna be alone</title><content type='html'>I wake in the dawn to showers of light&lt;br /&gt;Moments of emptiness surround&lt;br /&gt;Floating away with auras of hope&lt;br /&gt;But reality brings me down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;What can i do ?&lt;br /&gt;What can i say ?&lt;br /&gt;I need a place to hide away&lt;br /&gt;Just for a while, just for a smile&lt;br /&gt;Just for the life i used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where every song&lt;br /&gt;Was filled with words of love and not of anger&lt;br /&gt;Where did they go ?&lt;br /&gt;Why did they leave me far behind ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause i don't wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;Living life all on my own&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live my life in isolation&lt;br /&gt;Filled with empty decorations&lt;br /&gt;Cause i wanna be with the people that i know&lt;br /&gt;Who will do the things i do&lt;br /&gt;Making all my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I don't recognise the shadows on my door&lt;br /&gt;Although i've seen them all before&lt;br /&gt;Because the only thing i really want is to be with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the sky, it looks back at me&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear the silent melodies&lt;br /&gt;I know that i'm here yet i am lost&lt;br /&gt;Blown in confusion by the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Hiding my face, crying alone&lt;br /&gt;I need to find my way back home&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place, the wonderful days&lt;br /&gt;Living the life i used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where every smile&lt;br /&gt;Was born out of a love and of sincerity&lt;br /&gt;And every tear of everflowing joy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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alone'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-8957550459884883257</id><published>2007-06-13T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:22:28.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>London calling</title><content type='html'>ish.. jalan je aku ni.. mane duit x abis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently in London utk menonton Ocean 13... harap2 berbaloi le ngan duit yang kuar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck jumpe keira knightley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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calling'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-7523142388082597387</id><published>2007-06-10T04:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T04:21:43.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Selamat pengantin baru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rmvewm-ThJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2yQ72iqRVDE/s1600-h/475617119l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rmvewm-ThJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2yQ72iqRVDE/s320/475617119l.jpg" 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/&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rmvdv2-ThGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MfPmXzZ1X-8/s1600-h/763541186l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rmvdv2-ThGI/AAAAAAAAAG8/MfPmXzZ1X-8/s320/763541186l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074393219443426402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmvdsW-ThFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JjbfMLPRHJk/s1600-h/628879274l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmvdsW-ThFI/AAAAAAAAAG0/JjbfMLPRHJk/s320/628879274l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074393159313884242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rmvdn2-ThEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/w7vsJDXYBWg/s1600-h/135136869l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rmvdn2-ThEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/w7vsJDXYBWg/s320/135136869l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074393082004472898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat pengantin baru kepada kakak aku yang melansungkan perkahwinan tanpa aku..isk isk iskk.. tak boleh nak tumpang makan kek 5 tingkat tu. Gambar-gambar dicuri dari friendster.  dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: alim, camne projek apit mengapit kite.. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-7523142388082597387?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7523142388082597387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=7523142388082597387&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/7523142388082597387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/7523142388082597387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/06/selamat-pengantin-baru.html' title='Selamat pengantin baru'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rmvewm-ThJI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2yQ72iqRVDE/s72-c/475617119l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-7836590331724560257</id><published>2007-06-09T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T07:33:16.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>Comptabilité analitique</title><content type='html'>Kalau kat sini (Telecom Lille) ada satu subjek yg name die compta analitique.. benda ni  sebenarnye adalah menglist segala keuntungan dan kebaikan terhadap keputusan2 yang bakal diambil dan menilai.. mane satu lebih menguntungkan.. kali ni, aku nak buat comptabilité analitique dan mintak anda membantu aku mengambil keputusan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Situasi&lt;/span&gt; : pada tahun depan, aku akan pindah rumah (lagi, tiga tahun berturut2) disebabkan rumah sekarang yang sangat jauh dari metro dan kehidupan berkongsi dapur yg sangat aku x suke (kalo kongsi dapur takleh masak ikan masin, belacan, pekasam dan sebagainya) oleh yang demikian, skarang ni ada 2 tempat yang berada dalam list aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rumah A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terletak betol2 dkt dpn stesen metro fives (2 stsen dari bandar dan 7 stesen dari universiti)&lt;br /&gt;harga 400 euro termasuk elektrik, internet, air, tv cable n heater&lt;br /&gt;kerjaan bagi bantuan 150 euro&lt;br /&gt;kena share internet dalam satu bangunan (connection internet mungkin x slaju yh disangka)&lt;br /&gt;2 tingkat&lt;br /&gt;tingkat satu kecik gile.. nak letak sofa pon tak muat..&lt;br /&gt;atas die besar sket je.. tapi dekat attic.. rendah gile&lt;br /&gt;tuan rumah bekas pelajar telecom lille 1 dan ade company it sendiri&lt;br /&gt;siap offer kat aku kalo nak buat praktikal tempat dia&lt;br /&gt;disebabkan semangat bekas pelajar telecom lille 1, tak perlu carik orang untuk bertanggunjawab kalo ape2 aku buat kat umah tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rumah B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah budak2 Malaysia duduk skang ni&lt;br /&gt;ramai orang Malaysia kat sini, dlm 5 orang&lt;br /&gt;rumah ni besar agi dari rumah satu agi tu, tp satu tingkat je le&lt;br /&gt;internet nanti kene pasang sendiri&lt;br /&gt;jauh sket dr tempat belajar 12 stesen lebih kurang tp 3 stesen dari city center&lt;br /&gt;sewa rumah 300 euro je&lt;br /&gt;kerajaan bagi bantuan 200 euro&lt;br /&gt;kene pasang internet, sume sendiri&lt;br /&gt;bayaran x termasuk charge air n elektrik&lt;br /&gt;ade budak2 malaysia yang best2 kat sini tp diorang pon cam last year je kat sini&lt;br /&gt;kene carik orang yang bertanggunjawab kalo aku buat masalah kat sini..&lt;br /&gt;rumah besar n luas (takdele atas atap)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendapat aku: aku cam nak duduk umah yg first tu, tp hargenye sangat mahal berbanding kebesaran die.. tp kalo duduk sane, takleh nak lepak ngan budak2 malaysia lain, terpakse berkawan lagi dengan imaginary friends.. rumah tu pulak kecik n maybe makin suram hidup aku.. tp umah satu agi ni bayaran die x termasuk elektrik sume.. n jauh sket dr skolah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tak tahu nak buat ape.. huuh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-7836590331724560257?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7836590331724560257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=7836590331724560257&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/7836590331724560257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/7836590331724560257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/06/comptabilit-analitique.html' title='Comptabilité analitique'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-3841592367978386939</id><published>2007-06-06T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T13:31:59.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Berjalan2 di 5 bandar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcY-W-ThDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/etwUJ_4SnWc/s1600-h/Den_Haag_stadhuis_april_2004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcY-W-ThDI/AAAAAAAAAGk/etwUJ_4SnWc/s320/Den_Haag_stadhuis_april_2004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073050964854015026" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Memberi penghargaan kepada kimal dan adik kimal yang datang dari jauh, aku menguruskan satu trip untuk diorang ke 5 bandar (7 le kalo masuk lille n paris).. sgt berbaloi percutian kimal bersame Jep travel agent.. sekarang ni bolehle bace pakej percutian kimal.. kalo ade yg berminat marilah.. yg pergi dalam 7 orang kimal dan rakan2 sekelas aku, n cost sorang bayar lebih kurang 90-100 euro termasuk transport n penginapan.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( gambar seblah ni gambar kat Dan Haague nye bangunan pentadbiran)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anvers (Antwerpen)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bandar pertama persinggahan kami ialah Anvers, atau Antwerp dalam bahasa Englishnye.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcF1m-TgrI/AAAAAAAAADk/wQgH5xrJBvM/s1600-h/DSCN1825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcF1m-TgrI/AAAAAAAAADk/wQgH5xrJBvM/s320/DSCN1825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073029923809231538" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;perjalanan dari Lille ke Antwerp mengambil masa lebih kurang sejam stgah dalam kereta (lebih kurang sama perjlanan Lille-Brussels).  Antwertp merupakan sebuah bandar yang sangat terkenal dengan berlian. Memang berlian bersepah2 di tepi jalan untuk dijual. Tapi macam kami sampai agak lambat, dalam pukul 830, jadi kedai-kedai berlian semua tutup. Memang bandar ni sangat terkenal le dengan berlian, jadi kalau mahu ke mari, bersiap2 le dengan duit yang banyak n berlian cni hargenye xde le murah.. lebih kurang je mane2.  Selain itu, ada satu square yang lebih kurang macam grand place kat Brussels.. tapi mase kitorang pi, ade cam konvoi kereta antik.. so bergambar sakan le kitorang ngan kereta antik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bose Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Kami seterusnya bertolak ke Amsterdam selepas konon2nye lepak stgah jam kat Antwerpen (habis aku kene makan dalam ngan kimal sbb kitorang shopping kat sejam stgah) Kami terus bertolak ke Amsterdam malam tu.. bertolak dalam pukul 10 lebih, tapi perjalanan malam tu sangat mencabar.. aku bukan main pecutle nak sampai hotel dalam kol 12.. tp ade satu jalan jam yang sangat teruk.. tersangkut kat 2-3 jam jugak .. lepas jam tu.. nak cari hotel satu hal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel ni name die Bostel Amsterdamse Bose, so aku letak le kat GPS aku tu Amsterdamse Bose... rupa2nye Amsterdamse Bose tu maksudnyer cam hutan simpanan amsterdam.. 2 -3 kali gak kitorang meredah hutan simpanan tu (dengan opel zafira kitorang) mmg gaye2 cam cite jangan pandang belakang n cermin btol me) kat sejam 2 mencari.. last2 tak jumpe.. ingat nak decide tido dalam hutan tu je (ni memang hutan betol tau.. cam kat FRIM KL) nasib baik le lepas tu ade polis tahan.. kasik jalan.. rupe2nye hotel tu di sebelah entrance hutan.. sampai2 hotel kol 2 30 pagi ade orang2 yang tengah happy n high lpas hisap weed.. nasib baik hotel ni (camping site ye) dah sediakan tmpt tido utk kitorang.. masuk tido.. n dah x ingat dunia dah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zaansche Sans&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paginya kami bertolak dari Amstelveen (by the way hotel kami kat Amstelveen, 20 minit from Amsterdam) merentasi Amsterdam, untuk menyinggah di Zaansche Sans.. Kali ni kami tukar&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcHsm-TgsI/AAAAAAAAADs/JJ05w2NA8qc/s1600-h/DSCN1836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcHsm-TgsI/AAAAAAAAADs/JJ05w2NA8qc/s320/DSCN1836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073031968213664450" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; driver memandangkan si driver utama ni kepenantan kat 7 jam memandu smalam.. Zaansche Sans ialah must visit place bile ke amsterdam.. tapi die tak terletak di bandar amsterdam . Walaubagaimanapun, ada bas yang menghubungi centraal ngan tempat ni n tiketnye haraga 2.50 euro. tapi kami naik kete kene bayar parking 6.50.. tempat ni ade windmill le kalo nak disimpulkan.. tapi die nye pemandangan sangat menarik... ada windmill yg banyak2 n kandang kambing n yang paling penting ade tempat buat keju..&lt;br /&gt;Jangan lupa rasa keju smoked cheese.. rasanya sangat lain berbanding dengan keju2 yang pernah aku makan di France ni.. N, sangat bertuah bagi aku, hari yang aku datang tu ada cam open day salah satu windmill di sini, so kami boleh naik dengan percuma, ada makan2 n minum2 dan juga ada explanation dari engineer2 windmill ni, slack aku tak paham jele..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcImW-TgtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QzLsYGDUFeQ/s1600-h/DSCN1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcImW-TgtI/AAAAAAAAAD0/QzLsYGDUFeQ/s320/DSCN1848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073032960351109842" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font&gt;Selepas 2 jam berjalan2 di sana, kami bertolak ke Amstedam yang betol2 Amsterdam, n aku decide untuk parking di Amsterdam Arena.. memang aku nak singgah Arena pon sebenarnye sbb nak beli cawan ganti cawan telo aku pecahkan .. Mula2 sampai memang sangat terkejut tgk tempat ni.. sangat moden n meriah (ada shopping complex sume) Sangat berbeza dengan semua stadium2 yang pernah aku lawati (beberapa stadium uk, france, Itali n Turkey) Walaupun team x sehebat mane , tapi sangat kaya n canggih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aktiviti seterusnya adalah aktiviti bebas di bandar Amsterdam di mana kami berpecah kepada 3 kumpulan, aku dan miss potter.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcJi2-TguI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oAVq0wu9NB8/s1600-h/DSCN1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcJi2-TguI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oAVq0wu9NB8/s320/DSCN1852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073033999733195490" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font&gt;kimal dan adiknya  dan satu group lagi member2 french aku.. Kami boleh buat apa saja di Amsterdam n berkumpul semula di Amsterdam Arena jam 6. Dengan berbekalkan tiket metro 6.50 daily tiket n sebuah guide metro yang boleh didapati di information counter amsterdam (benda ni sangat essential untuk jalan) aku pon meneruskan perjalanan aku di sini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti biasa destinasi utama aku adalah hard rock cafe n sangat mencabar untuk mencari hard rock cafe kali ini.. tp lokasinye boleh di detect di buka panduan public transport yang diedarkan oleh pihak bandaraya Amsterdam.. Kemudian aku meneruskan perjalanan berpusing2 n berjalan2 ke jalan utama diorang yang ada banyak kedai2 yang menjual barang (barang je tau bukan orang) n sempat juga aku melalui beberapa kawasan pelancongan. Untuk makan, kat sini sangat mudah.. Ada KFC yang halal dan juga ke&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcKhG-TgvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lSh-nwPSFmk/s1600-h/DSCN1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcKhG-TgvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lSh-nwPSFmk/s320/DSCN1869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073035069180052210" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dai kedai kebab yang boleh didapati di merata-rata Amsterdam. Tapi awas, harganya mungkin agak mahala sedikit berbanding dengan harga di France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas makan, aku cam nak menghayati detik2 terakhir di sini.. Mengambil bus tour merupakan satu aktiviti yang menarik tapi kat sini tak banyak bus2 tour sebagaimana di bandar lain (UK especially) tp ada penggantinya.. tour boat.. Aku pon bayar 11 euro untuk naik tour boat selama sejam mengelilingi canal2 di amsterdam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terdapat pelbagai syarikat yang menawarkan khidmat bot pada harga yang berbeza n jangka masa yang berbeza.. jadi buat survey betol2.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcLVW-TgwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kS_xC2rvupk/s1600-h/DSCN1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcLVW-TgwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kS_xC2rvupk/s320/DSCN1861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073035966828217090" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tapi for me, benda ni tak berbaloi sangat.. Takdelah seinformatif bus ride yang aku naik di belfast dulu. Harus diingatkan yang tour ni berjalan dalam 3 bahasa, english, dutch n german.. jadi informasi yang diberi adalah sepadat mungkin.. so.. maybe lepas ni korang boleh pikir dua kali sebelum decide nak naik boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak tempat yang boleh dilawati di Amsterdam tapi dalam jangka masa yang singkat aku takleh buat sume benda. Anne Frank House, Van Gogh Museum, Sex Museum (oopss),  Madam Tussaud, taman2 di Amsterdam, tapi tak sempat buat.. Walau bagaimanapun, aku percaya, dengan jarak 3-4 jam je dari Lille, ini bukan kali terakhir aku ke sana.. n setiap kali aku ke sana aku boleh buat satu benda yang berbeza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N untuk mereka yang tak tahu, Amsterdam merupakan tempat orang sangat happy.. Drugs boleh didapati di merata2 dan juga hiburan.. Kitorang siap jumpe gula2 perisa marijuana, biskut marijuana sume.. n gambar ni menunjukkan camne kat tgh2 bandar tu kite leh peluk2 pompuan secara percuma.. Bagi mereka yang live life cool.. hahah datangle ke mari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rotterdam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Bandar seterusnya destinasi kami ialah Rotterdam, sebuah pelabuhan yang terbesar di Europe. terletak lebih kurang sejam stengah dari Amsterdam, Rotterdam ni ibarat KL (dengan bangunan yang modern dan maju) yang terletak di t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcNVW-TgxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VzEHn93q5a0/s1600-h/DSCN1883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcNVW-TgxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/VzEHn93q5a0/s320/DSCN1883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073038165851472658" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;epi sungai yang cantik dan lawa. Kami menginap di sebuah Youth Hostel (Hostel Room Rotterdam) Lokasinya agak strategik di tepi jambatan yang korang boleh tgk dekat gambar ni.. Malangnya kitorang tak habiskan banyak sangat masa di Rotterdam, memandangkan waktu sampai banyak kedai2 dah tutup (sampai kol 10 malam kedai mana nak bukak lagi)  n keesokan harinya, kami ada masalah dengan GPS yang bawak kitorang keluar dari Rotterdam pdahal kitorang nak pergi kat menara dia, dia bawak balik Lille..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi dalam masa yang singkat ni, banyak benda yang kitorang dapat hayati.  Kemajuan banggunan2 di sini menyebabkan korang sangat rindu dengan Malaysia.. Kitorang buat tour malam tu menaiki kereta sekeliling bandar ni.. driver malam tu (driver US) bawak kitorang pusing2 dekat sejam turun naik jambatan n kluar masuk terowong bawah laut.. sampai ada&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcOdG-TgzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cKh7qaUgFS0/s1600-h/DSCN1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcOdG-TgzI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cKh7qaUgFS0/s320/DSCN1879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073039398507086642" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; orang blakang tertanya2 "kenapa pergi makan cepat, balik jauh" dengan suara innocent tak paham2 yang kitorang dah sesat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N di sini gak berlakunye sedikit konflik antara aku dan kimal yang dah hidup 5 tahun di MCKK dulu. Disebabkan seorang gadis jepun yang duduk sebilik ngan kitorang,  berlakulah sedikit peristiwa seperti menikam blakang member, mengambil hati gadis jepun , ambik tiket metro kawan untuk dioffer kepada gadis jepun, nak hantar ration kat gadis jepun dan sebagainya.. last2nye niat kami untuk menackle gadis jepon itu punah apabila seawal pagi, dia dah meninggalkan bilik untuk ke Amsterdam tanpa mengucapkan goodbye kepada salah seorang daripada kami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcV8G-Tg9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ArmxW58e-c4/s1600-h/DSCN1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcV8G-Tg9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/ArmxW58e-c4/s320/DSCN1885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073047627664425938" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum keluar dari Rotterdam hari terakhir perjalanan kami, sempat singgah melawat rumah kiub. RUmah ni betol2 terletak di tepi jalan , berbentuk kiub n dibuka untuk dilawati.. dengan bayaran 2 euro korang bolehle discover pemende yang diorang buat kat dalam tu n apeleh yang bestnye dapat duduk kat rumah cam gitu..  N mungkin seni n rekacipta rumah ini boleh dibawa balik ke Malaysia satu ari nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan Haague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Macam macam nama bandar ni, Dan Haague dalam dutch, La Haye dalam french, The hague dalam English n Haguehaven mengikut GPS kami. Bandar ketiga terbesar di Holland n merupakan pusat pentadbiran Holland. Tapi sangat berbeza dengan Putrajaya, n surprisingly, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcRHm-Tg2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/XHGYol_mynk/s1600-h/DSCN1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcRHm-Tg2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/XHGYol_mynk/s320/DSCN1893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073042327674782562" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bandar ni sangat menarik dan lively walaupun kitorang datang di pagi Ahad. Ada satu jalan yang banyak shopping complex, library yang sangat besar n cantik, architecture bandar ni jugak macam sedikit tradisional dan dicampur dengan sedikit kemodenan, sangat berbeza ngan Rotterdam yang sangat maju (mcam typical french building versi holland gak le)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aktiviti kami di sini, berjalan2 sedikit untuk melihat alam n shopping souvenirs n makan sebelom kami menuju ke destinasi terakhir Scheveningen (macam lagu Greenday lak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcSeG-Tg3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0PUfl69OY9c/s1600-h/800px-A_square_in_the_center_of_the_Hague.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcSeG-Tg3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0PUfl69OY9c/s320/800px-A_square_in_the_center_of_the_Hague.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073043813733466994" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum terlupa, bandar ni terletak lebih kurang 45 minit je dari Rotterdam, sejam lebih dari Amsterdam and 2 jam stengah dari Lille.. (dia ni atas sikit dari Rotterdam) N diingatkan ianya sangat berbaloi untuk dibuat daily trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai budak2 ni kene marah2 ngan ketua kontijen sebab diorang tak abis2 nak shopping souvenirs ketua kontijen dah mengamuk dah nak panggil sume masuk kereta.. kereta kan nak kene pulang sebelum pukul 6 petang.. so kasik diorang lawat sekejap jelah kat sini.. N by the way , kat holland , culture indonesien boleh dikatakan termasuk dalam culture diorang skali.  Orang indonesia bersepah (tapi mereka senyum ye bile terserempak denga orang lain.. hmm) begitu juga dengan restoran indonesia.. tapi berhati2 dengan kehalalannye.. ade restoran indonesia yang obviously x halal dengan menjual babi masak lemak cili api n sate babi dan ade juga restoran yang walau zahirnya tak jual babi, tapi bila ditanya, "kalo mahu halal, pergi ke kedai lagi satu ya.. yang ini.. enggak tahu" .. so jangan segan silu nak bertanya dalam bahasa jati kita kalau restorang tu halal ke tak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scheveningen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Benda ni ibarat port dickson untuk seremban, begitulah scheveningen untuk dan haague. Pantai yang terletak kira2 7-8 minit dari dan haague ni bukan sekadar pantai biasa, dia ni pantai&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcXh2-ThAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/E3DdcNax_2c/s1600-h/Koerhuis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcXh2-ThAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/E3DdcNax_2c/s320/Koerhuis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073049375716115458" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yang telah dicommercializekan.  Kami singgah disini berbekalkan bekal masing2 untuk picnic sebelom perjalanan pulang ke Lille. Tap ramainya orang di sini, nak parking sampai kene tunggu berjam2.. sampai ada satu lagi minah kat blakang tu siap tanye agi "what are u waiting for" ngan muke blur n innocent tak prasan yang orang tengah tertekan tunggu parking.. tapi skali dpt parking.. it's worth it.. konsep pantai ni camni.. cube bayangkan, kalau genting highland tu, dia tak buat di atas bukit, tp di tepi pantai port dickson..&lt;br /&gt;haa.. camtu le dengan pantai ni.. ada kasino, ade bungee jumping, hotel stok2 palace of golden horses.. n orang sgt ramai.. dan kepada mereka2 yang dari US misalannye, boleh tgk camne rupenye pantai europe (tak habis2 nak tgk orang mandi pakai baju ke tidak) huhu takdelah.. kimal kan baik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami pun akhirnya pulang ke lille selepas abis makan.. perjalanan 2jam stgh n terlewat stengah jam pulangkan kereta.. harap2 takde denda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcVM2-Tg7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CVUZRcDltAw/s1600-h/DSCN1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RmcVM2-Tg7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CVUZRcDltAw/s320/DSCN1899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073046815915606962" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Harap semua orang terhibur dengan trip yang tak seberapa ni.. terutamanye kimal n amir yang datang dari jauh.. maaflah atas segala kekurangan.. kene tido campor sume.. tunggu lame.. or maybe tak sediakan plan yang menarik.. Terima kasih sebab datang.. sangat seronok korang datang.. and sorri kalo x dpt layan sebaik2nya.. Enjoy the rest of your trip n jangan lupa datang lagi.. kepada yang lain.. harap dapat informasi yang secukupnya mengenai trip aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat pulang ke Malaysia bagi mereka yang bakal pulang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-3841592367978386939?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3841592367978386939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=3841592367978386939&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-6186416745350454036</id><published>2007-05-30T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:54:23.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Kawan episod 2, the new home</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrJxUibOYQI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DrJxUibOYQI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedikasi untuk kawan-kawan dekat la rochelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-6186416745350454036?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6186416745350454036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=6186416745350454036&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/6186416745350454036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/6186416745350454036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/kawan-episod-2-new-home.html' title='Kawan episod 2, the new home'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-6054633738740894197</id><published>2007-05-24T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T07:49:44.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Kawan season 1, episod 1, pilot</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaXookLjtAM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaXookLjtAM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video ni aku buat malam sebelum exam algo et programmation.. saje release tension.. Nama2 n watak2 ni aku pakai name member2 aku yg duduk kat lille.. takde kene mengena tau ngan diorang.. saje pakai name diorang.. baru aku leh bayangkan character watak2 aku dlm ni..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-6054633738740894197?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6054633738740894197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=6054633738740894197&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/6054633738740894197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/6054633738740894197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/kawan-season-1-episod-1-pilot.html' title='Kawan season 1, episod 1, pilot'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-6947480816871853127</id><published>2007-05-22T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:21:40.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The one with the test</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/429549"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/429549/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-6947480816871853127?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6947480816871853127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=6947480816871853127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/6947480816871853127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/6947480816871853127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-test.html' title='The one with the test'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-7832508710054992954</id><published>2007-05-19T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T18:31:25.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>Cuti mode</title><content type='html'>Lame dah tak update blog.. aku dah hari ketiga cuti.. (dari khamis-ahad) n dalam beberapa jam je cuti aku abis.. aku tak balik umah sejak abis kelas ari rabu tu.. sebab tule aku x update blog.. asyik2 duduk ngan imaginary friend je so skali skala aku pon ke lille n bersosial ngan orang2 kat sana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain bersosial dengan menonton filem beramai-ramai, (ugly betty sebanyak 2-3 episod, jangan pandang belakang, extreme engineering mengenai terowong smart) aku juga menonton series2 n benda2 yang menarik yang boleh didapati dari youtube (terutamanya hal yang berkaitan ngan bumbung bocor yang sedang hangat diperkatakan di Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak mahu melibatkan politik dalam blog ni, belum tibe masanya agi untuk aku jadikan blog ni sebagai tempat meluahkan perasaan pasal politik Malaysia, tetapi apa2 pon, diharapkan pada masa2 akan datang, orang dapat menilai sesuatu benda melalui darjah keremehan dan kepentingan. Kadang-kadang, ada benda yang layak dibicara panjang dan adakalanya, sesuatu benda itu tidak relevan untuk diperkatakan dengan begitu panjang.  Oleh itu, silalah berfikir dengan betul2 sebelum anda memberi idea anda untuk sesuatu benda yang dibincangkan sama ada idea itu harus diberi ataupun disimpan sahaja daripada dipanjangkan cerita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berbalik kepada cuti aku tadi. Memandangkan blog ini agak international (bak kata shamil) aku sarankan website-website n cerita2 yang boleh ditengok untuk anda semua, di kala kebosanan tak tahu nak buat apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veoh.com"&gt;http://www.veoh.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mende ni macam youtube cuma yang kat veoh ni leh download terus.. antara cerita2 yang boleh ditonton ialah fara fauzana, jangan pandang belakang n emil emilda. Fara fauzana ni cerita pasal farah fauzana, dj PANAS FM (hot fm) n kisah kehidupan yang bagi pengajaran jugak le. Tp before tgk kat veoh, kene tengok kat youtube dulu episod 1-10. Jangan pandang belakang, cite antu yang pecahkan rekod sembilu 2. Sebenarnya, sangat hebat untuk cite ni pecahkan rekod sembilu 2. Atas dasar dulu, takde cetak rompak ataupun torrent, so skarang ni memang susah utk sesebuah filem pecahkan rekod kutipan filem2 lama. Last skali, emil emilda, daily update, cerita ni cam devils wear prada + ugly betty. + yo soy betty la fea. Lakonan sharifah amani, agak kiut gak le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tv-links.co.uk"&gt;http://www.tv-links.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini ada address website2 untuk tengok sama ada series, anime, cartoon atau movies online. Quality boleh tahan. kat sini le aku layan series2 aku. Ada separuh yang updated but ade yg tak update, so kalo nak tengok, kene download torrent sendiri. Silalah tengok sleepers cell, cerita terrorist islam kat amerika. Cerita ni cam nak baikkan nama orang islam tp adakah dia memburukkan orang islam atau cuba menunjukkan islam yang sebenar, korang kasikle pendapat lepas dah tgk. N satu soalan aku nak tanye, dalam citer sleepers cell, adekah brother fariq seorang islam atau yahudi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO enjoy menonton link2 yang aku bagi.. kalau sesiapa yang tension2 sempena musim exam ni, release2 le tension sket , tgk farah ke, jgn tgk datin diaries, nanti smakin tertekan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-7832508710054992954?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7832508710054992954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=7832508710054992954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/7832508710054992954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/7832508710054992954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/cuti-mode.html' title='Cuti mode'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-7957564088133098809</id><published>2007-05-14T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T14:23:19.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>The one with  the cuffs</title><content type='html'>Memandangkan summer makin dekat n ramai orang yang decide nak berjalan2 sewaktu summer ke negara lain, di sini, aku nak kasi sedikit nasihat yang sangat penting sewaktu berjalan-jalan. Nasihat ni bertujuan untuk mengelakkan segala masalah yang bakal timbul dengan polis2 di negara yang dilawati.. Ingat, bukan sumer polis melayan pelancong sebaik2nya (contoh polis dublin yang sanggup mengambil gambar untuk pelancong or polis itali yang sanggup bergambar dengan pelancong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malah, wujud juga polis2 jahat seperti polis sakorzy yang kalo nampak kamu berjambang berjanggut bertudung sket, mulalah id kamu dicheck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan jadi seperti mamat2 ini yang ditahan polis dan hampir masuk lokap.. nasib baikle ade seorang travel agent yang sangat hebat berdebat dengan polis itu dan mempertahankan maruah pelawat2 itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7mjaUrs-gg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7mjaUrs-gg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oleh yang demikian, inilah nasihat2 yang ingin diberikan sebelum masuk negara orang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Pastikan yang korang perlu visa atau tidak untuk melawat sesebuah negara tu. Passport Malaysia memang macam kebal n boleh masuk kebanyakan negara tp bear in mind yang ada separuh negara terutamanya negara ex komunis yang perlukan visa sebelom korang masuk negara tersebut. Untuk maklumat lanjut, sila ke &lt;a href="http://www.projectvisa.com"&gt;laman web&lt;/a&gt; ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Ada separuh negara yang perlukan visa untuk stay lebih sekian hari n kalo anda merancang untuk stay lebih hari kat negara tersebut, cuba buat visa di negara itu sendiri. Biasanya lebih murah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Kalau anda memang sure negara yang anda lawati x kena visa, sila jangan bayar apa2 bayaran yang dikatakan anda perlu bayar. Cuma cakap it's bullshit kalau orang2 negara tu suruh buat visa. Ingat, bukan sume polis kat dunia ni x makan rasuah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Pastikan yang passport anda dicop masuk sebelum masuk sempadan. Untuk setengah2 sempadan yang x cop paspot, sila dapatkan informasi sebaik sahaja anda sampai ke orang yang jaga sempadan (biasanya dover-calais, terminal 3 france sgt jarang cop paspot) Kalauleh paspot anda memang x dicop atas kemalasan orang france , pastikan anda sentiasa bersama tiket masuk n tiket balik bersama anda ( ni yang berlaku kepada mamat2 di atas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Senang2 cita, kalau anda ada masalah visa ke, passport ke, takyah jelah jalan.. daripade bazir duit burn, baik takyah jalan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagi mereka yang bercuti, selamat bercuti.. bagi yang melancong, bonne voyage n mereka yang kene menelaah pelajaran.. hahahah.. padan muke!.. huhuh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-7957564088133098809?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7957564088133098809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=7957564088133098809&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/7957564088133098809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/7957564088133098809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-cuffs.html' title='The one with  the cuffs'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-7748583428364988318</id><published>2007-05-13T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T11:14:30.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>The one with the butt</title><content type='html'>Bagi mereka yang pernah baca entry mengenai presiden France yang baru, Nicolas Sarkozy, aku ada tulis yang malam tu akan ada aktiviti bakar-membakar kereta sempena perlantikan dia.. So bawah ni aku ada kasik satu file youtube yang menunjukkan peristiwa malam tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JJTJDmpvzr0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JJTJDmpvzr0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak taule ape jadi ngan kami, warga-warga perancis yang asing macam aku ni..kebanyakkan program-program dia adalah untuk pastikan warganegara perancis yang betul dapat hak yang sepatutnye.. maksudnye cam ade keistimewaan skarang ni yang sume orang dpt ( baik orang asing yang menetap di perancis mahupun orang perancis yang duduk sekian lama kat sane) tp program2 die lepas ni mungkin akan lebih mengutamakan orang2 perancis yang duduk kat perancis sekian lama.. ini ada dua benda yang coincindence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Salah satu sarkozy punye projek ialah orang2 asing kena dapat sijil yang sepatutnye dulu, sebelum dibenarkan menyambung pelajaran di sini. Sebelum ni, sesiapa je boleh belajar kat France ni. Sinikan kalo belajar kat universiti murah ( free education macam german) So, slame ni sesape yang nak belajar je datang ke mari dan masuk je universiti2. Skarang ni, sebelom datang, kene dapatkan sijil dulu (Bacalaureat kot) kalo xde sijil nak masuk universiti takleh datang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Alkesahnye, kami pelajar-pelajar JPA, Petronas dan Telekom di Perancis ni memang x pernah ade bacalaureat pon sblom datang sini. Bacalaureat tu macam A level or STPM. Memandangkan kita ni lebih ikut British System ( SPM= O level), biasanya lepas SPM, kita akan datang ke France, belajar language dan juga belajar subjek2 n bab2 yang budak2 Bacalaureat belajar selama 2 tahun (1 tahun untuk petronas n telekom). Sekarang ni, ada gosip gosip menyatakan yang pelajar-pelajar Malaysia JPA yang biasanya akan 2 tahun preparation kat France akan buat preparation kat Malaysia dulu (untuk dapatkan sijil) sebelum datang ke France...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak taule kebetulan ke, ataupun memang dah perancangan jpa dari awal untuk jimatkan kos antar budak kat france ataupun gosip tu hanya sekadar gosip n ta betol.. tapi ape2 pon kalo sebab sarkozyle program ni kena ubah.. memang butt le sarkozy ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku xleh pulak nak cakap buat preparation kat France lagi bagus daripada kat Malaysia ataupun sebaliknya, tp aku sangat puas hati ngan preparation kat sini sebab environment ada sume, cepat sket masok otak, n profesor mase preparation center memang cikgu yang betol2 mengajar di sekolah ataupun universiti french.. so diorang tahu apa keperluan n base yang perlu ada untuk pelajar asing seperti kitorang ni untuk masuk ke School of enginnering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itulah yang aku rasa bestnye fly awal n buat preparation kat sini, walaupun kene korbankan keluarga sume, tapi bila dah masuk engineering school ni, rase cam pengorbanan yg x sia2 (ceh.. nak kasik motivasi kat orang2 yang masih kat preparation center)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sekian sahaja untuk ari ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DiEdit selepas dikomen oleh Zarf.. tp memeng seblom ni agak kucar kacir je bahase.. sblom ni aku tulis lepas bangun dari mimpi yang gigi geraham aku patah.. cuak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-7748583428364988318?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7748583428364988318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=7748583428364988318&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/7748583428364988318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/7748583428364988318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-butt.html' title='The one with the butt'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-6502362235021169497</id><published>2007-05-11T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T10:27:20.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The One with the Cop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkSZ260vBWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bbSzH4CONyk/s1600-h/127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkSZ260vBWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bbSzH4CONyk/s320/127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063341049853707618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bulan mac yang lalu (dah dua bulan dah mende ni jadi tp baru ade blog kan.. sure boleh lah share experience) Awan ngan kawan2 datang dari Manchester.. Lille ni, takdelah kecik sangat (awan pon akui) tp, memandangkan takde benda yang nak dibuat kat Lille ni, so macam biasalah, aku pun bawak awan dan kawan-kawan dia ke Brussels. Tujuan entry ini dibuat adalah untuk menyatakan kepada orang-orang yang akan melawat Lille nanti, inilah tempat-tempat yang aku akan bawak korang kalau korang datang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awan sangat bertuah, memang awan bawak tuah.. (untuk orang yang tak kenal.. Awan ialah nama kawan aku) Macam biasa, kalau ada orang yang lebih daripada 3 orang datang, aku amat suggest untuk sewa kereta.. bukan sahaja aku leh praktis skil bawak keta aku, malah, memudahkan perjalanan dan menjimatkan kos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example:  tiket pegi balik dari brussels ke lille ialah 32 euro sorang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi dengan menyewa kereta.. awan dan rakannya bayar dalam 150 euro untuk lille=brussels=gant dan aku hantar die ke paris.. bear in mind ye yang tiket gi paris je dah 27 euro sorang n harga2 yang aku amik ni yang termurah tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N ape yang bestnye, aku biasenye sentiasa order C3 untuk bawak tetamu jalan.. tp hari tu aku tertekan C4 mase order kereta.. n in the end, macam ade promotion kat tempat sewa keta tu, dapat C5.. malah ada GPS lagi dalam tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bagi mereka yang blur.. C3= kancil, C4= kelisa C5= perdana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkSYfK0vBVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-FBsICe3mK0/s1600-h/800px-Grand_place_brussels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkSYfK0vBVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-FBsICe3mK0/s320/800px-Grand_place_brussels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063339542320186706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perjalanan Lille ke Brussels mengambil masa lebih kurang 1 jam 15 minit menaik kereta yang aku pecut. Normally, memang biasanya kalo sampai, aku akan parking kereta kat Gare Midi n lepas tu kita akan naik tram untuk berjalan-jalan sekitar Brussels. Destinasi pertama ialah Grand Place Brussels. Benda ni ala-ala Trafalgar square kat London.. n dekat sini adalah square yang besar.. kadang2 ada macam orang susun-susun bunga kat atas square ni.. and kat sini sgt sesuai untuk tangkap gambar.. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkSa8a0vBXI/AAAAAAAAADE/84VsgkK9fao/s1600-h/Hoteldeville_brussels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkSa8a0vBXI/AAAAAAAAADE/84VsgkK9fao/s320/Hoteldeville_brussels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063342243854615922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ada Hotel de Ville dia ... untuk orang2 yang bercakap bahse omputeh.. Hotel de Ville ni kirenye macam umah tok penghulu je sebenarnye.. tempat wakil rakyat duduk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas melawat Grand Place, biasanya aku akan bawak pelawat-pelawat aku berjalan-jalan di jalan2 yang banyak kedai2 kat sini and windows shopping.. lepas tu, kita akan berjalan-jalan melihat keindahan bandar Brussels ni sampailah ke destinasi seterusnya, Mannekan Piss, patung budak kecik yang kencing dan berpakaian mengikut musim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengikut sumber-sumber ilham yang boleh dipercayai, Mannekan Piss ni macam simbol keamanan orang2 Belgium ni.. patung ni dulu ade kene mengena waktu perperangan..&lt;br /&gt;Benda ni macam Uncle Sam le kot kalo kat US... (Cehh.. bangge lak aku kenal Uncle Sam) N sambil-sambil menonton Mannekan Piss dan menangkap2 gambar, aku pun mengambil kesempatan untuk melantak... apa lagi yang enak dimakan dan hanya enak dan sdap di Brussels sahaja kalau bukan Gaufre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkSc1q0vBYI/AAAAAAAAADM/t99nt9Wqv4w/s1600-h/MannekenPisMilieu20040625_CopyrightKaihsuTai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkSc1q0vBYI/AAAAAAAAADM/t99nt9Wqv4w/s320/MannekenPisMilieu20040625_CopyrightKaihsuTai.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063344326913754498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nak tau Gaufre tu ape.. tgkle gambar budak2 tgh melantak gaufre kat atas tu..  ada macam-macam perisa dan harga, kalu kat tempat2 biasa, gaufre biasenye ada perisa jam, nutella, gula, tapi kat sini ada perisa coklat yang betul2 pure belgium coklat, baik coklat putih mahupun black coklat.. pastu ada yang ada hias-hias ngan strawberry semua, siap ada whipped krim sume.. macam-macam perisa ada.. harga ranging dari 2 euro ke 4 euro.. perlunye makan waffle kat Brussels ni ibarat perlunya makanan donut kat ireland le.. or perlunye makan muffin kat Harrords.. Lepas makan waffles, kitorang makan lagi.. kali ni makan untuk lunch.. lepas tu, shopping, apa lagi kalau kat belgium ni yang boleh dishopping selain belgian chocolate.. sangat murah dan sedap.. kalau bawak orang shopping.. orang2 yg x membeli ni boleh dapat free taste coklat tau.. n harga cam dalam 20 euro dpt 8-9 kotak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkSkh60vBZI/AAAAAAAAADU/rKr2edmEUeM/s1600-h/450px-Manneke_pis_2_Sept2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkSkh60vBZI/AAAAAAAAADU/rKr2edmEUeM/s320/450px-Manneke_pis_2_Sept2005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063352783704360338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Normally, jalan-jalan kat bandar bruxelles akan mengambil masa lebih kurang 3 jam.. and lepas tu.. memandangkan kitorang ada banyak masa, kitorang pon bergerak ke atonium ataupon mini europe.. benda ni sangat seswai untuk orang2 yang nak seb bajet travel europe tapi nak koya kat sume orang deme ni duduk eropah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat dalam ni ada replika2 semua bandar kat europe.. dibuat sempena Brussels ni merupakan capital europe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaflah, takde gambar untuk bende ni.. harap Awan dapat poskan gambar-gambar yang ada kat dalam mini europe boleh buat show off dalam blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N, orang biasenye habiskan mase stengah jam dalam mini europe unless orang tu cam tak pernah kluar dari dunia dia lah kan.. nampak tu sikit.. tangkap gambar.. nampar big ben yang ade kat depan mate.. nak tangkap gambar.. kat westminster abbey,, nak gak.. itu mahu 2-3 jam le abis.. (ade orang terasa ke? kalau ade provocation, baru orang tinggal comment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N lepas jalan-jalan kat mini europe ni.. bolehle kalau nak tgk atonium, science center yang dibuat dalam bentuk2 atom.. by the way, tiket masuk ke mini europe adalah 11 euro lebih camtu.. perjalanan brussels ke mini europe, stengah jam kalo ade gps n 2 jam stengah kalo xde gps.. jalan balik, 10 minit kalo ade gps (untuk kuar ke highway) and 3 jam kalo xde gps.. so.. ucapkanlah trime kasih kepade engineer n bakal2 engineer telekom yng berperah otak buat gps pakai c++.. lupe letak { satu je.. satu program x jadi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitu sahajalah untuk kali ini.. nak buat evaluation sblom blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempat melawat 2/5 (takdele banyak sangat yg boleh dilawat.. kalo 1st time dtg okle.. cam aku dah 3 kali n sgt muak)&lt;br /&gt;tempat makan 3/5 (apa yang ada kat france, ada kat brussels .. kebab sume.. kecuali kfc)&lt;br /&gt;shopping 2/5 (sgt sesuai utk shoppong coklet)&lt;br /&gt;communication 3/5 (sgt havoc n best sebab gi ngan awan.. dengar bebelan die dalam kete.. + ungkit mengungkit n gosip..)&lt;br /&gt;easy access 2/5 (kalo nak drive.. kalo xde gps.. mintak maaflah ye.. lupekanjelah.. jadi hint kepada orang2 yg nak aku bawak jalan, sila sewa C5)&lt;br /&gt;Perbelanjaan 5/5 (Memandangkan awan support, so aku kasik full mark kat ni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A+ untuk citer aku seterusnya..&lt;br /&gt;Tajuk blog ini adalah sempena awan dan kawan-kawannya ini ditahan polis kat france sebab masuk secara haram di France.. kalo nak tau cite slanjutnye.. tulis kat komen ( cara-cara desperate mintak orang komen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-6502362235021169497?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6502362235021169497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=6502362235021169497&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/6502362235021169497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/6502362235021169497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-cop.html' title='The One with the Cop'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkSZ260vBWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bbSzH4CONyk/s72-c/127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-837532388177755608</id><published>2007-05-09T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T15:51:40.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>B10 examination</title><content type='html'>Wish me luck for my B10 examination - Introduction to telecommunication exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-837532388177755608?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/837532388177755608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=837532388177755608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/837532388177755608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/837532388177755608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/b10-examination.html' title='B10 examination'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-7400479594280595246</id><published>2007-05-08T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:28:03.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The one with Matno's sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkDrIa0vBUI/AAAAAAAAACs/VjRWuJJ8VBE/s1600-h/250px-Clock.tower.from.westminster.br.arp.750pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkDrIa0vBUI/AAAAAAAAACs/VjRWuJJ8VBE/s320/250px-Clock.tower.from.westminster.br.arp.750pix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062304511036425538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebaik sahaje aku pulang dari ireland, keesokan harinye, aku decide untuk pegi ke london, ikut matno. In fact, kakak matno datang dari Malaysia and buat tour around europe, n aku cam rase sangat teringin utk pergi membeli kicap dan cili soso kat london, jadi aku pon meng offer matno untuk temankan die meneman kakak die di london.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami bertolak dari Gare Lille Europe jam 1 ptg, menaiki bas Eurolines.. harganya hanya 60 euro pergi balik. Mengikut tiket, perjalanan akan mengambil mase lebih kurang 7 jam.. nampak macam lame tp sebenarnye die mengambil mase 1 jam stengah lille-calais, 1 jam stengah naik feri calais- dover n bakinye dover ke london. Jadi, takdele sakit bontot sangat sbnarnye duduk dlm bas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorang naik bas yang on the way dr amsterdam ke london. Jadi ramaile orang yang bercakap bahasa dutch dlm bus. event drebar bas pon x reti ckp bahase french.. mase kat kastam die yo yo je cakap panjang gile dlm bahasa dutch, pastu dlm english sume.. ladies n gentleman, we are arriving at calais sume... tp dlm bahase french, madame monsieur, passport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skarang ni adalah amat berbahaya kalo orang2 nak masuk uk melalui calais... kastam-kastam dekat calais sgt berjaga2 dgn orang malaysia terutamanya yg masuk uk melalui london sbb diorang saspek org2 malaysia nak keje sana masuk dr calais. mase rombongan kakak matno masuk london dulu, ade 17 org kene tahan kat sempadan sbb diorang saspek keje kat london.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorang pon kene amik mase yg lame utk lepas sempadan.. kat 5-6 minit gakle kene soal siasat.. kitorang org terakhir dlm bas kitorang yg masuk bas.. lepas tu dah kire slamat le... masuk ferry.. p n o.. ferry yg kitorang naik bukan cam feri pulau pinang tau.. dalam ferry ade game, restoran sume.. kat dalam tu cam biasele.... kitorang makan fish n chip dan dessert.. dekat 15 euro.. skali ngan air n my fav cake of all time, cheese cake ngan blueberry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkDg8q0vBPI/AAAAAAAAACE/UjehgA_uXoQ/s1600-h/HROYMMscCllg_LB_DT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkDg8q0vBPI/AAAAAAAAACE/UjehgA_uXoQ/s320/HROYMMscCllg_LB_DT1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062293314056684786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sampai2 london dlm pukul 7 ptg local time... sampai2 cam biasele.. tukar pound kat victoria station.. lepas tu naik tube, ambil yang daily tube nye tiket 5 pound 10, n berangkat ke edgware road, utk ke restoran mawar, n makan makanan malaysia.. lepas tu.. sampai2, mawar tutup.. hampanye.. dahlah tgk kelaparan.. kitorang decide utk ke malaysian hall kat queensbay.. cet.. cafe malaysian hall pon tutup.. malangnye nasib kitorang hari tu.. time tu nak carik  nando's sume x jumpe.. time kite lapar tu sume takde.. last2, makan jelah ape yang ade kat bayswater tu, kat kedai india..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkDfvK0vBOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vYTsDOPI0SE/s1600-h/Harrods_vetrina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkDfvK0vBOI/AAAAAAAAAB8/vYTsDOPI0SE/s320/Harrods_vetrina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062291982616823010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lepas makan, aku ngan matno ke hard rock cafe, satu stesen tube lepas knightsbridge (picadilly line) dekat2 ngan hyde park (tmpt mahathir suke joging mengikut kate kakak matno) dan hard rock cafe tu sebelah limkokwing...  tgkle baju hard rock yg aku beli tu..dari hard rock, kitorang jalan sepanjang knightsbridge tu.. hingga ke harrord melihat suasana harrords waktu malam dengan sinar lampu bergemerlapan di malam hari.. Lepas jalan2 kat hard rock tu, kitorang decide utk balik ke umah member aku, biskut n azman kat manor house yg terletak dekat ngan stadium emirates arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esoknye, kami bangun pukul 3 pagi untuk menonton amazing race di mana menyaksikan penyingkiran oswald n danny, lepas tu kitorang tido sampai pukul 9  pagi local time n bertolak ke pekan london.. satu lagi tip ialah untuk sentiasa bertolak selepas kul 9 utk pastikan yg anda dpt tiket daily waktu non peak hour.. sebab harganya berbeza 1 pound dgn waktu biase.. kitorang amik kakak matno n kawannye kat ibis earl's count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari situ kitorang ke malaysian hall, n hantar barang2 kakak matno.. penginapan kat malaysian hall london adalah lebih kurang 11 pound utk malaysian non student n 9 pound utk student.. time kitorang gi tu tak ramai orang dtg sebab time tu exam week.. so destinantion pertame...  cari tiket mereka utk ke gatwick airport esok.. lepas melawat hampir semua train station kat situ, waterloo, rupe2nye nak gi gatwick adalah melalui victoria station, ade express gatwick ala2 klia express..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkDkJq0vBQI/AAAAAAAAACM/8vEE9m86MN8/s1600-h/Trafalgarsqu.canadahse.arp.750pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkDkJq0vBQI/AAAAAAAAACM/8vEE9m86MN8/s320/Trafalgarsqu.canadahse.arp.750pix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062296835929867522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkDlq60vBRI/AAAAAAAAACU/Bbne_GEOOF4/s1600-h/Westminster_abbey_west.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 202px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkDlq60vBRI/AAAAAAAAACU/Bbne_GEOOF4/s320/Westminster_abbey_west.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062298506672145682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kitorang kemudiaanye gi trafalgar square, tempat banyak cite2 bollywood dirakamkan.. n also tempat peringatan battle of trafalgar.. kitorang pon amik tube dari waterloo ke charing cross.. n ramainye orang ke trafalgar square.. dari situ.. amik2 gambar semua dan berjalanlah kitorang ke tempat tumpuan semua tempat2 menarik kat london, westminster abbey, parliament house, big ben n tower bridge..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu mcm baru sedar selalu berada salah anggap antara london bridge n tower bridge.. orang slalu ingat tower bridge ialah london bridge.. so.. tgk 2-2  gambar ni n decide mane satu tower bridge n london bridge yang kat dalam lagu london bridge is falling down tu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lepas tu, kami sekali lagi membuat tour cam smalam, dari green park- hyde park, hard rock cafe n ke harrords.. cume kali ni, kitorang masuk mende2 ni sume.. n kat harrords.. susah payah aku carik muffin yng zeff war-warkan sebagai the best muffin in london..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitorang lepas tu meneruskan misi mencari makanan malaysia cam smalam.. kali ni lagi melampau.. dari mawar yg tutup.. kitorang ke restoran mara yang ade 2 tahun lepas tp dah xde dah skarang kat edgware road.. pastu ke malaysian hall yg tutup (sampai sini kakak matno n kawannye kitorang tinggalkan.. sian die jalan sparuh hari) lepas tu.. ke restoran nahar kat padington  yg tutup lepas pukul 3 sampai 6.. in the end.. macam biase, kitorang makan kat kedai india je.. n kali ni.. kitorang habiskan lebih kurang 50 euro untuk 3 course meal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu.. kami hantar makanan utk kakak matno.. sblom berpisah n memulakan sesi bershoping kitorang kat oxford street.. kitorang memulakan perjalanan kitorang dari edgware road ke hujung oxford street melalui belbagai2 jenis butik2 termasuk niketown, mark n spenser, zara yang bersepah2  hinggalah ke kedai paki kecik2 yang jual baju2 cantik2 n murah2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepastu, kami ke leicester square utk misi sebenar aku.. mencari kicap n cili sos..  malangnye kedai tutup kul 7 n kitorang sampai lebeh kurang pukul 7 suku camtu.. so, kitorang usha2 kedai2 yang ada n decide utk kembali keesokan harinya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam tu, akhirnya misi untuk memakan makanan malaysia menjadi kenyataan apabila kitorang sampai kat padington, restorang nahar kat bangunan mara.. bagi mereka2 yg nak kene nahar.. senang saje.. dari stesen tube padington, sila menghadap hilton, pusing kiri, n take the first left until penghujung jalan, nahar ade kat underground bangunan mara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitorang balik malam tu n besoknye.. bertolak lambat sikit lepas peak hour untuk meneruskan shopping makanan asia, aku borong maggi, kicap, sos, dodol, kaya, perencah nasi goreng sume, root beer, milo.. huhuh habis duit aku kat 20 pound. untuk mereka2 yg nak beli milo, make sure milo anda bukan buatan kenya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas tu kitorang lunch balik kat nahar n ke victoria station utk pulang semula ke france. unlike waktu kitorang gi, mase balik kitorang naik eurotunnel.. sangat excitedle mule2 ingat dpt lalu dalam terowong sume cam terowong karak tu.. rupe2nye eurotunnel ni hanya merupakan sebuah tren, di dalam tu berisi semua kereta2 n tren tu yang bawak kitorang merentas selat inggeris.. hancur harapan seketika..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, itu sahaja untuk trip kali ni.. sebenarnye mende ni ditulis waktu tgh stadi telecommunication nye nota so cam in kind of rush tapi cam nak tulis mende.. so kalo ade pape yang rase tak cukup ke ape.. tinggalkanle comment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terima kasih kat biskut n azman yang menyambut aku ngan aman dan damai walaupun aku cume sound satu ari sebelom nak ke sane.. trime kasih kepada awan yg menjawab panggilan telefon memberi direction ke tempat2 kat ctu.. n terime kasih kepade matno yg menyebabkan aku x berjalan ngan imaginary friend aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evaluation trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempat melawat 3/5 (aku cam melawat tempat2 basic kat sini.. tp memandangkan ianya 3 days trip so banyak tmpt yang aku dah lawat or aku x lawat)&lt;br /&gt;tempat makan 5/5 (makanan halal bersepah, nandos ade yg halal, makanan malaysia, perfect!)&lt;br /&gt;shopping 4/5 (ar u kidding.. this is shopping paradise)&lt;br /&gt;communication 3/5 (Pegi sane jumpe member, pegi ngan member sume.. best)&lt;br /&gt;easy access 4/5 (Ade tube sume.. kalo nak travel, sama ade naik tube or bus)&lt;br /&gt;Perbelanjaan 1/5 (Mahal sangat, kalo nak ke sane make sure plan kewangan btol2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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sister'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RkDrIa0vBUI/AAAAAAAAACs/VjRWuJJ8VBE/s72-c/250px-Clock.tower.from.westminster.br.arp.750pix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-4932666944326642950</id><published>2007-05-07T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T02:16:52.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>The one with the new millionnaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxkGrlRGbUI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qxkGrlRGbUI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis dah satu lagi season amazing race. One of my fav since orang-orang kat sini semuanye aku kenal sbb aku tgk hampir semua season amazing race. Sblom race, aku cam harap John Vitto n Jill or Oswald n Danny dpt gi jauh. Tapi mule2 lagi dah cam hampe sebab John Vito Jill terkeluar first. Nak buat camne, dah xde rezeki n dpt driver taxi chiant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oswald n Danny, aku just sronok tgk camne diorang enjoy every single moment on the race. Mase kat season 2 dulu le terutamanye camne diorang walaupun kaki sakit awal2 race bengkak sume dpt gi jauh sampai no 4, pastu jln-jln n lepak2 sume esp kat hong kong, quite impressionant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing race kali ni lebih bermakne sebab kali ni, lepas sekian lame diorang enter Malaysia n ade pitstop kat Malaysia.. aku memang bangun seawal pg kul 6-7 pg utk dl episod kat malaysia tu n tgk.... sedeh tgk uchenna ngan joyce tereliminate kat Malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N bile dah final smalam, sejak oswald n danny kuar aku xde le any particulier team yg aku harap menang ( tp cam harap2 charla mirna menang sket ade kot) n bile eric n dannielle menang, aku cam rase ok le, deserving gak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lepas byk cabaran.. dua kali kena yield, tertinggal flight 2 kali.. kene mark elimination, tak pernah menang any league.. danielle membuktikan yang die ni the smartest of all blonde dgn dpt menyelesaikan kuiz sblom final sprint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengar cite lepas ni dah x de amazing race ..harap2 tak btol sbb aku xleh bygkan kehidupan mendownload aku tanpa amazing race ngan survivor.. minggu depan survivor finale lak.. tak tau le sape yg menang.. harap2 yau man menang tp orang sume cam dengki kat die.. n aku memang tiap tahun cam minat orang2 underdog sket.. nak2 si yau man tu org malaysia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sblom blah.. ni antara team2 yg aku harap dpt masuk all star tp x dpt.. nak wat camne..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tara n Wil (season 2)&lt;br /&gt;2) fRANk n Margarita (season 1)&lt;br /&gt;3) Drew n Flo ( Season 3)&lt;br /&gt;4) David n Jeff (season 4)&lt;br /&gt;5) Meredith n Gretchen (season 7)&lt;br /&gt;6) Mak Paolo n anak paola (season 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu jela kot..  sbnarnye aku baru sedar sgt best kalo jumpe orang yang punye interest ngn kite.. cam mase aku kat la rochelle dulu.... aku sorang je yg tgk amazing race ngan survivor so cam kadang2 kalo nak bincang aku cume bincang ngan imaginary friends aku je.. cam skarang ni, satu rumah kat lille ni tgk amazing race, survivor, house, heroes, friends sume n rase sronok bile dpt bincang, discuss n tgk sesame... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku harap cbs dpt buat something agi best in the future.. i was thinking of the survivor race.. n ni antara team2 yg aku cadangkan ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Arras n Cirie&lt;br /&gt;2) Yul n Becky&lt;br /&gt;3) Jenna n Ethan&lt;br /&gt;4) Yau Man n Earl&lt;br /&gt;5) Steph n Bobby John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni aku nye angan2 je.. hahah.. macamler mamat cbs tu leh faham aku tulis.. maybe kalo ade orang yang share the same interest as me.. leh reply kat entry ni...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-4932666944326642950?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4932666944326642950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=4932666944326642950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/4932666944326642950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/4932666944326642950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-new-millionnaire.html' title='The one with the new millionnaire'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-3995434664306018372</id><published>2007-05-06T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:43:34.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Meet our new president...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rj5Vka0vBNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lzs82XIyddI/s1600-h/edito_1.03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rj5Vka0vBNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lzs82XIyddI/s320/edito_1.03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061577115375174866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ni berlansungnye piihanraya president france..  dan Nicholas Sarkozy, dari parti UMP dipilih untuk jadi Presiden France yang ke 23. Aku cam tak brape suke sgt dengan die ni. So, agak tak best jugak le die ni dipilih jadi presiden. Antara sbb2 yang aku tak brape berkenan dgn die sgt ialah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) salah satu projek die adalah untuk mengubah polisi imigration. Dia ni antara orang yg bgitu against dengan orang2 arab dekat2 ngan kawasan pinggiran bandar.  Dijangkakan yang dia akan menghantar balik imigran2 yang takde permit.. dan dia akan perkenalkan 'imigrasi bersyarat' aku cam risau yang banyak privillege2 yang orang asing dpt skarang x akan ada satu ari ni.. seperti pluang buat kerja waktu musim panas, bantuan tempat tinggal kerajaan dsb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia sangat against dengan kemasukkan turkey ke dalam eropah. aku pernah ke turkey dan ade gak kawan2 turkey. berdasarkan borak2 aku ngan mereka, dan penilaian aku sendiri berdasarkan visit aku ke turkey, aku rase turki layak masuk eropah, memandangkan terdapat sebahagian daripada kawasan turki sendiri terletak dalam kawasan eropah, so, die ada hak sbg sebuah negara eropah. furthermore, siape yang tetapkan border eropah asia? where is the geographic border n the geopolitic border?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memandangkan ni merupakan pilihanraya terakhir aku sebelum balik malaysian (insya allah) aku macam harap dapat tgk dengan lebih jelas apakah yang dikatakan dengan perubahan ideologi.. bagaimanakah dari satu ideologi ke satu ideologi yang lain, ape kesan terhadap sesebuah negara, terutamanya negara maju.. tp malangnya, kekalahan segolene royal smalam 47 pratus berbanding 53 pratus, menyebabkan aku mungkin x dpt tgk perubahan ideologi sampai bile2. tapi, mungkin dalam masa lima tahun nanti ade perubahan kat france..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dijangkakan malam ni akan ada penduduk2 n pendatang2 asing akan mengamuk sempena kemenangan sarkozy ni. akan berlaku kucar kacir sket kat france ni... kita tunggu dan lihat sahajalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa2 pon, harapkan semua berjalan lancar ngan kehidupan kat sini. harap2 takde le aku kene antar balik lepas ni sebb taknak ade student asing kat france..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-3995434664306018372?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3995434664306018372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=3995434664306018372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/3995434664306018372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/3995434664306018372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/meet-our-new-president.html' title='Meet our new president...'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rj5Vka0vBNI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lzs82XIyddI/s72-c/edito_1.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-9041407700406981792</id><published>2007-05-05T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T02:23:15.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The One With The Ultimate Fighting Champion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RjxAl60vBJI/AAAAAAAAABU/A5pcRp1c_2Y/s1600-h/500x500_bb9a6ada0440d0ade4e5f0e9467c3253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RjxAl60vBJI/AAAAAAAAABU/A5pcRp1c_2Y/s320/500x500_bb9a6ada0440d0ade4e5f0e9467c3253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060991101447373970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alang-alang dah sampai Ireland punya pulau, aku decide untuk melawat Belfast, the largest city in North Ireland and the second largest city in pulau Ireland (of coz lepas Dublin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from Dublin, aku decide untuk buat daily trip ke belfast bersama my imaginary friend dengan naik bas. 20 euro bas, pergi balik, perjalanan 3 jam, aku bertolak dalam pukul 10 dan sampai lebih kurang pukul 1. Macam ramai orang ingat (termasuk aku) since north ireland pakai pound, so mesti cam ade kastam cek nye antare sempadan nanti suma. Actually, once dah dapat masuk visa ke ireland (bende c0p2 tu) benda tu boleh guna untuk bergerak dalam pulau ni. So, kita tak sedar le dah sampai Belfast ke tak, sedar sedar plate kereta dah ubah n harga kat stesen minyak dah dalam pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, as kita sampai kat belfast, kita akan sampai stesen bas sebelah sebuah hotel yang sangat besar, Europa Hotel. In fact, later, aku tau yang hotel ni merupakan hotel yg paling banyak kena bom dengan Ireland (x sure either Ireland or UK) Aku jalan n jalan, belfast x dele besar sangat cammane pon. Tapi kalau tersesat memang habis le. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjw7ua0vBGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Cy2JV7ZtSfI/s1600-h/Belfast_City_Hall_-_Carisenda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjw7ua0vBGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Cy2JV7ZtSfI/s320/Belfast_City_Hall_-_Carisenda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060985749918123106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, nak tau kalau kita berada dekat tempat yang betol or tidak, just make sure yang the city hall, berada berdekatan dengan kita. Kalau dak, memang dah sesat dan tanye jelah kat orang where is city holll (uk accent). Kalau kat dublin nak makan mahal n x banyak kedai makan, kat sini lagi melampau.. dahle dlm pound sterling.. pastu tak banyak n takde kedai halal lak tu kat city centre... so terpaksele aku makan McD je...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since aku cume buat daily trip je kat belfast, n aku takde orang nak bawak2 aku jalan2 in case kesesatan atau apa, aku decide yang aku amik bas merah bawak city tour around dublin tu. So, bayar 9 pound, the bus bertolak siap ada tourist guide agi.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjw-760vBII/AAAAAAAAABM/PO7IZEHRieM/s1600-h/500x500_de23c1e25ee3132fb9b01b81ab24e52a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjw-760vBII/AAAAAAAAABM/PO7IZEHRieM/s320/500x500_de23c1e25ee3132fb9b01b81ab24e52a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060989280381240450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepanjang perjalanan aku ke kepulauan Ireland ni, itulah pelaburan yang paling membuahkan hasil. Ngan 9 pound, the next 1h sangat informative kat aku. aku sedar yang kat Belfast ada sebuah leaning tower, Albert Memorial Clock tower, yang aku pusing2 5-6 kali sebelah tower tu tp x sedar pon yang die tu bengkok. Rupa2nye, dekat Belfastle orang buat Titanic, kat  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titanic_Quarter%2C_Belfast"&gt;Harland and Wolff's&lt;/a&gt; pelabuhan. Tempat ni cam sangat menarik untuk dilawati walaupun ia hanya sekadar pelabuhan. Tp dia akan tunjuk kat mana tempat orang buat titanic, n ada satu tu die tunjuk satu bot kecik ni yang tarik titanic. Ada gak kat sini muzeum pasal titanic tp since aku x de banyak mase, aku takdele singgah untuk masuk n tengok muzeum tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RjxBoa0vBKI/AAAAAAAAABc/2NsDQvkbo70/s1600-h/450px-BestCregaghEstateMural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RjxBoa0vBKI/AAAAAAAAABc/2NsDQvkbo70/s320/450px-BestCregaghEstateMural.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060992243908674722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Satu lagi benda yang menarik, yg aku x tau n aku baru tau lepas naik bas ni ialah tempat tinggal or tempat duduk George Best. Benda ni pun aku perasan lepas naik bas tu dan nampak satu daripada berdozen2 murail yang ade kat dinding. Sangat menarik, meaningful dan lawa murail2 itu. Dengan tengok murail tu jugak aku dia explain pasal peristiwa &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bloody_Friday_%281972%29"&gt;Bloody Friday&lt;/a&gt;, n ada satu murail ni pasal orang tuntut kebebasan iraq sume, pasal bush sume ada.. murail2 ni tempat diorang nak lepaskan perasaan diorang le kirenye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RjxDo60vBLI/AAAAAAAAABk/KmcOIs9_ch8/s1600-h/Waterfront_Hall,_Belfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RjxDo60vBLI/AAAAAAAAABk/KmcOIs9_ch8/s320/Waterfront_Hall,_Belfast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060994451521864882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Itule antara tempat-tempat menarik kat belfast. Dekat2 nak sampai kat destinasi terakhir tu ada jugak nampak Waterfront Hall, aku ingat shopping mall kat Belfast ( Dah tourist guide tu kate ade cinema sume dalam tu) rupa2nye, it's just an exhibition hall n concert hall. Benda ni baru jugak dibuat n jadi landmark untuk bandar Belfast. A must-seen place, bukan sebab mende ni lawa, tp panorama bandar belfast dari sini sangat menarik. Ada nampak sungai semua, kira okle daripade dalam bandar yang choatic nak mampos tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, sebelom balik (trip habis kul 4 n my bus is at 6) aku pon jalan2 dekat dalam bandar sambil mengwindow shopping. Not as big as dublin, tp kat sini adale premise2 yg hanya terdapat di UK, terutamenye French Connection nye tmpt shopping (kat Dublin ada gak tp sangat tersorok) Susah sket nak dapat souvenir, the only place nak dapat pon maybe kat banguan tourist (welcome to Belfastnye bangunan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One regret... Belfast merupakan satu bandar yang lawa tapi daily trip is not enough. I should spend at least another day here and lawat giant causeway, satu tempat yang orang kate hasil daripade eruption volcano, menyebabkan batu-batu kat sini semua jadi heksagon. One of natural wonder in UK. N to go there, kena spend one day (perjalanan from belfast dah 2-3 jam dah) maybe one day, kalau ada kesempatan, i'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RjxGLK0vBMI/AAAAAAAAABs/r7KvtMjAqJ8/s1600-h/Giant%27s_Causeway_shore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RjxGLK0vBMI/AAAAAAAAABs/r7KvtMjAqJ8/s320/Giant%27s_Causeway_shore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060997238955640002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's all for this trip... this is my evaluation of my own trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempat melawat 4/5 (Banyak tempat2 menarik, n kalau naik bas 9 pound sgt berbaloi dbb die scattered merate tmpt untuk melawat)&lt;br /&gt;tempat makan 0/5 (teruknya... takde ape nak makan)&lt;br /&gt;shopping 2/5 (Tak banyak sangat boleh shopping pon.. tp ada butik2 yang xde kat france)&lt;br /&gt;communication 0/5 (No reason for me 2 be there, just nak visit tempat je)&lt;br /&gt;easy access 2/5 (kalo naik bas 9 pound sgt berbaloi, leh lawat merata, tp kalo dak jauh gak satu tmpt menarik ke satu tmpt menarik yg lain)&lt;br /&gt;Perbelanjaan                   3/5 (Boleh tahan le sumel... tak mahal tak murah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, utk name post ni, mase kat belfast tu cam banyak gile iklan utk UFC. Diorang dah start UK UFC.. Ada UFC yang dibuat kat Belfast's arena..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A+ utk my trip kat London lak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The rules about UFC.. There is no rules..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-9041407700406981792?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/9041407700406981792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=9041407700406981792&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/9041407700406981792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/9041407700406981792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-ultimate-fighting-champion.html' title='The One With The Ultimate Fighting Champion'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RjxAl60vBJI/AAAAAAAAABU/A5pcRp1c_2Y/s72-c/500x500_bb9a6ada0440d0ade4e5f0e9467c3253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-3132957173327406793</id><published>2007-05-04T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T13:59:26.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youtube'/><title type='text'>The one with the boobies</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvjdzfV2iFQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EvjdzfV2iFQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-3132957173327406793?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3132957173327406793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=3132957173327406793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/3132957173327406793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/3132957173327406793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-boobies.html' title='The one with the boobies'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-3148905274240429655</id><published>2007-05-04T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T03:57:37.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCKK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>the one where Shamil doesn't like dog</title><content type='html'>Shamil ada tulis satu&lt;a href="http://shml10.blogspot.com/2007/04/tribute-to-jep.html"&gt; poem &lt;/a&gt;kat aku sempena kedatangan aku ke Dublin. Bile bace, terharu x terkate lak aku.. aku nak balas.. tapi apekan daya, aku tak mampu nak tulis seindah dan secantik dalam bahase inggeris.. so aku ingat aku akan tulis dalam bahase pranchis.. Since shamil cam x paham, so lagi misteri dan bermakne le poem ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cher Shamil;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'etais la tt le temps pdt ma visite à Dublin,&lt;br /&gt;T'as sacrifié le plus important jeu de Manchester,&lt;br /&gt;juste pour etre sur que t'etais la, pdt mon arrivée,&lt;br /&gt;Tu m'as accompagné partout..&lt;br /&gt;Dans la ville, à l'école, au station de bus..&lt;br /&gt;t'etais la.. tout le temps..&lt;br /&gt;meme t'etais à l'état critique pr l'examen..&lt;br /&gt;Merci shamil..&lt;br /&gt;De mon coeur.. je peux rien dire..&lt;br /&gt;Sauf..&lt;br /&gt;Merci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un jour..&lt;br /&gt;tu vas te rendre compte..&lt;br /&gt;comment parfois...&lt;br /&gt;l'amitié est plus important pour les hommes,&lt;br /&gt;on ne s'en rend pas compte lorsque on est près l'un ou l'autre,&lt;br /&gt;mais lorsque l'on se separe..&lt;br /&gt;Tu vas realiser ça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RjsRga0vBFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eIElySScGCw/s1600-h/37855518350269l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RjsRga0vBFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eIElySScGCw/s320/37855518350269l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060657854934877266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gambar nite in Dublin dari friendster Shamil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... itu sahaje untuk kali ni.. nampak macho tak? pandai-pandai le ko cari translator untuk ni.. hint: mamat sebelah bilik ko.. kalo pakai voila.fr ke, online translation ke takkan jadi sebab aku dah letak banyak short form supaye online translation x leh detect.. baru digital fortress sket.. huhuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tell her that I am exteremely allergic, and I will sue!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-3148905274240429655?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3148905274240429655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=3148905274240429655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/3148905274240429655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/3148905274240429655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-where-shamil-doesnt-like-dog.html' title='the one where Shamil doesn&apos;t like dog'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/RjsRga0vBFI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eIElySScGCw/s72-c/37855518350269l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-1318362706470795309</id><published>2007-05-03T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T08:15:02.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MCKK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>The one with all the cheesecakes</title><content type='html'>Dublin merupakan salah satu bandar di mana terdapat ramainya students Malaysia kat situ. Aku decide untuk ke Dublin, bulan 2 lalu selepas chat ngan amir apis, one of my friend kat MCKK dulu. So what I did was, aku beli tiket &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryan Air&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58 euro &lt;/span&gt;pergi balik dari &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brussels Charleroi - Dublin&lt;/span&gt;, and then call Shamil (MCKK gak) n bagi tau ttg kedatangan aku ke Dublin. And the trick is, aku x nah kasik tau amir yang aku akan sampai ke Dublin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was, perjalanan dari Lille ke Charleroi amik mase lebih kurang 1 jam stgah, 20 minutes bas and then check in. Dengan hanye bawak beg komputer yg aku sumbat ngan baju-baju kat dalam, aku pon berlepas ke Ireland.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The trick here is&lt;/span&gt;, dengan Ryan Air, kalo kite takde luggage yang letak dalam perut kapal terbang, kite akan dihadiahi ngan satu pass (priority pass), benda ni membolehkan aku naik kapal terbang awal, banding orang2 yang lain.  Ergo, aku leh duduk sedekat mungkin ngan pintu kapal terbang, in case flight ni tetibe meletup ke, ade terrorist mengamuk ke etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting on the flight, perut lapar tp aku ade beli coklat sket kat duty free sblom berangkat. As aku sampai kat dublin, ade immigration check. Normally, passport malaysia aku berjaye melepaskan aku ngan selamatnye kat sempadan. Untuk future2 visitors ke dublin, make sure when u are visiting dublin, ade name member tempat umah korang nak menetap (n make sure member tu x buat jenayah ape) or name hotel tempat stay n tiket balik.. Semua ni necessary utk kastam kat tmpt tu check yg korang ni nak nak yang berjambang tu bukan terorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjntoq0vBAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_8qQQPYTYc/s1600-h/A020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjntoq0vBAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_8qQQPYTYc/s320/A020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060336939273487362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As aku arrive, shamil dah menunggu walaupun aku baru confirmkan yg aku nak sampai tmpt die malam sblom tu. kitorang naik bas ke city centre . 1 euro 90 sn je tau.. jangan le terpengaruh naik bas2 ekspres yang charge kat ber euro2 ringgit ke dublin cty centre. ade satu bas lompat2 yang ok n cheaper to dublin (no 16A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitorang naik bas n borak2 psal kehidupan masing2. cammane ngan harapan kami nak chelsea n manchester masuk final champions league. shamil tlah korbankan game manchester die malam tu ngan bawak2 aku jalan. sampai2, aku btol2 kat berhenti kat tempat idaman aku nak lawat, dublin sphire, apparently, the highest monument in the world. aku pon sgt jakun le tgk mende alah ni, walaupun budak ni cam talk heran ngan tak bangge pon ngan mende alah tu. Tempat pelancongan kat dublin ni boleh dikatakan semue setapak2 je. and on the way nak gi RCSI, tempat diorang blaja, boleh dikatekan aku dah cover hampir 50 % kawasan pelancongan kat sane. Trinity college, O' Connell street, bangunan Heineken, St Stephen Green, &lt;a title="Ha'penny Bridge" href="http://www2.blogger.com/wiki/Ha%27penny_Bridge"&gt;Ha'penny Bridge&lt;/a&gt; and Dublin City Hall. And as aku jalan2 melihat alam, ternampak le berpuluh2 starbucks, burger king n TGI fridays, things yg korang xleh jumpe kat france bersepah2 kat tepi jalan. Even Kat RCSI tu pon ade Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjnwi60vBBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1tVqwnpxqkU/s1600-h/exterior_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjnwi60vBBI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1tVqwnpxqkU/s320/exterior_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060340139024122898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, as aku arrive kat RCSI (Royal College of Surgeon in Ireland), university tu memang totally berbeza ngan u kat france. dalam satu banggunan cam limkokweng, die ade bilik mayat, lecture hall, tempat main basket, gym, starbucks n tempat blajar. Ade gak tmpt tgk tv sume. Berbanding kat france, waktu aku sampai kul 8 camtu, budak2 masih lepak kat sane, be it Malaysian student mahupun orang putih, n sangat beza ngan bebudak france yg slagi boleh nak habiskan scepat mungkin kelas. n kitorang tgk Man U lawan Milan yang time Man U masih menang.. Malam, tidur kat umah budak2 malaysian, name die 218 kat depan dublin mosque. It is quite astonishing camne rumah yg biasenye 5 orang duduk kat france (T6) disumbat dgn 15 org Malaysian n semua ni sebb rumah2 kat dublin mahal gile. Sian gak diorang n some action must be taken berkenaan problem ni as they recieve only 700 ++euros (penerime euro plg sdikit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjnyca0vBCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/52ShAMxLlmA/s1600-h/Dcastlefourcourt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjnyca0vBCI/AAAAAAAAAAc/52ShAMxLlmA/s320/Dcastlefourcourt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060342226378228770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, aku bangun awal n keluar ngan my imaginary friend utk pusing2 around dublin. I just realize camne dublin ni adelah sebuah shopping paradise yg mahal sket. Debenham, mark n spencer, lv, benetton bersepah2 kat bandar ni. Walaupon separuh hari aku window shopping, aku akhirny pulang ngan sebuah plastik beg hard rock cafe je. Situated kat temple bar, kepade pengumpul2 baju hard rock cafe, next time kalau nak gi ke cni carik dekat2 trinity college n kat ctu ade sign gi temple bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the day, aku jalan2 n cover lagi 30% bandar dublin. dublin castle, dublinia, masuk trinity college, melawat dublin business school.. it is interesting 2 have someone from Trinity College bersame anda kalau melawat Trinity college sebab ade tmpt2 kat dlm tu yg hanye student trinity college je ade access. That's what I missed..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjnzc60vBDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pchXZTAejpw/s1600-h/Trinity_college_front_arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjnzc60vBDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/pchXZTAejpw/s320/Trinity_college_front_arch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060343334479791154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem utk melancong kat sini sket ialah makan. Agak susah nak cari makan halal. But the trip in any europe big city is always the same. Kalau nak cari makanan halal, try masuk2 jalan2 yang ceruk2 n lorong kat ctu n normally, u will find kedai makan arab yang halal. N the trick still work in Dublin. However, makanan kat cni agak mahal banding kat France, n jauh mahal banding negara2 europe lain (German especially). I paid 7 euro for a kebab (tanpa fries) n kat France, it's only 3-5 euros. Considering yg students kat ctu terime lbh kurang 700 euro.. susah kehidpn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjn2aq0vBEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kELG-i0C6qs/s1600-h/ifi001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjn2aq0vBEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kELG-i0C6qs/s320/ifi001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060346594359968834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a must visit kedai makan kat cni ialah briyani masjid. Tak terlalu mahal, jusk ask for dublin mosque n kat ctu ade satu kedai brianil No doubt, the best briyani in Dublin. Alang2 dah gi mosque tu leh le smayang kat mosque tu skali. and at one time, btol2 lepas aku makan briyani ngan amir ngan shamil kat kedai tu, kitorang2 tgh lepak2 dlm bilik smbl menernak ttb ade housemate shamil dtg n jerit2 briayani free, briyani free.. aku pon ape agi.. tak baik tolak rezeki.. perut penuh pon penuh le.. aku gi aje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slain tempat2 makan ni, nowhere else interesting to eat. I tried the bagels (donut) . UK is very popular for its donuts and visitors should give it a try. It's totally differents from the 30 sen donut kat kantin skolah. Selain tu, the rest of my trip, i spent in Starbucks, eating cheesecake and chocolat frappucino.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ca fait longtemps j'ai pas mange des cheesecakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, itujelah pengalaman jalan aku kat ireland dan aku cam nak kasik markah untuk perjalanan aku kalik ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempat melawat             3/5 (Tmpt lawat sesuai utk daily trip, mudah utk accessible tp xde wow)&lt;br /&gt;tempat makan                1/5 (X bnyk makanan halal n sgt mahal kalo ade pon)&lt;br /&gt;shopping                              3/5 (Mengingatkan ko ngan tmpt2 shopping di Malaysia tp mahal sket)&lt;br /&gt;communication                4/5 (dpt jumpe kawan2 sume, cume ilang 1 markah sbb kali ni jln sorang)&lt;br /&gt;easy access                       3/5 (x byk problem kat airport n org dublin sgt friendly)&lt;br /&gt;Perbelanjaan                   3/5 (X mhl utk pergi, souvenirs sgt murah, tak byk hbs duit sgt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contribution: Utk shamil yg menjadi tulang belakang dlm projek utk mengsurprise kan amir ni, amir yg kasik tmpt tido, najlaa yang memberi makanan sgt sedap n enak, penghuni2 218, ade yg masakkan makanan, kasik tido, borak2, ajak gi makan kat masjid... trima kasih bebanyak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-boyfriends n girlfriends can come n go but this (friendship) is for life-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-1318362706470795309?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1318362706470795309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=1318362706470795309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/1318362706470795309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/1318362706470795309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-with-all-cheesecake.html' title='The one with all the cheesecakes'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_o_BaQ45CLQ8/Rjntoq0vBAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_8qQQPYTYc/s72-c/A020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6206680319387675332.post-291863457396196512</id><published>2007-05-02T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T10:54:28.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The one where it all began</title><content type='html'>Setelah diajak, dihasut dan dipengaruh oleh si Shamil kat Ireland, aku decide untuk buat satu blog, tak tau le untuk kali ni bertahan berapa lama.. Tujuan blog ni just untuk reflect balik apa yang aku dah buat selama kehidupan aku kat france ni, and at the same time, aku akan log kan sume aku nye writing-writing untuk article LaGenda (Malaysian students kat France punya association kat dalam blog ni)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam blog ni, apa yang korang boleh expect dan baca ialah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kehidupan aku selame jadik manusia ni, baik kat France ataupun Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;2) Pendapat aku tentang current issue&lt;br /&gt;3) Pengalaman travel aku.. aku akan try ingat balik semua perjalanan yang aku pernah lalui sepanjang life aku dan aku nye observation sepanjang perjalanan tu.&lt;br /&gt;4) Review, be it books, series and movies review&lt;br /&gt;5) Link-link dari youtube.&lt;br /&gt;6) and macam aku stated kat atas, artikel-artikel yang pernah aku tulis untuk Masaf's Newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, aku expect audience untuk blog ini ialah:&lt;br /&gt;1) Member-member yang kenal aku nak tau ape yang jadi kat aku skang&lt;br /&gt;2) Malaysian students yang nak tau tentang kehidupan students kat France.&lt;br /&gt;3) Orang-orang yang nak travel dan  nak tau tempat-tempat menarik yang pernah aku lawat.&lt;br /&gt;4) Mereka-mereka yang nak kasik feedback kat artikel aku tulis kat LaGenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, harap-harap semua akan berjalan lancar dan aku ucapkan selamat berjaya kat blog aku ni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6206680319387675332-291863457396196512?l=melayufrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/feeds/291863457396196512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6206680319387675332&amp;postID=291863457396196512&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/291863457396196512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6206680319387675332/posts/default/291863457396196512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melayufrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-where-it-all-began.html' title='The one where it all began'/><author><name>Muzaffar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07289739285887904817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
