Engineer & Doctor

Ever heard of "prevent is better than cure"??

Yes? OK just a wild thought here came across my mind. hehe.

How can an engineer be better than a doctor??

As engineer, we crack our brain to build and create new things for good, to a better life, to prevent from harmful things that may come our way.

A doctor, in the opposite site, they are useful just when you get hurt or something gets to you.

See, like the saying goes, engineer is better than doctor. hahaha.

ps: just thinking of this while i was pushing my brain to memorize the notes for exam, and i dun think i'm gonna abandon this blog. hehe.

Piece of remainder

Assalamualaikum wbt.

I just return from the so-called holiday. 3 days left of 'freeness' as to not rigidly revising the books. And the so-called holiday ended with i felt so badly inside, for many reasons. And i cannot yet gather all the spirit to keep up alive.

Everything is a mess.i study, but i managed to score 11. yes 11. not like other people i know who get 19 and 20 at one glimpse. when i see around, i find my table, my books, my printer; nobody to talk to (typing to keyboard doesn't count).

Blogging is no more a trend nowadays, i can easily express my feeling and post my photos at FB; I don't even read blogs anymore. I don't find my spirit here any further. I therefore decide to discontinue this blog. I may or may not come and write again.









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Going out dating.

after one month, i finally succeeded to visit gareth. hahha!! just a couple of hours with him, but at least i can meet him!

and we went out eating at a 50's-atmosphere restaurant. what a blissful pleasure that was :P actually they planned to celebrate peixin's birthday, so i kinda: ok i can join the party too!! but in the end she decided not to going out. can aa like dat?



so this is the latest photo of gareth and me!! huahua:







ps: even the-used-to-not-studying-but-still-got-19/20-marks-at-tours gareth confessed that he studies every night now, can imagine or not, how hard is INP?

Barbeque Toulousain

with hasrul, aka panjang (bcoz he's tall?) he's going back to malaysia this wednesday since he finished already his masters in france. this is a barbeque for him.

IAS.. (er i dunno what that stands for, but this university is so beautiful!) where the barbeque was held. all the masters-on-going families stay here. from left lavanya (hey how u spell ur name), adi, me, haiqal and shan: the guests :)

Simple celebration, but i feel appreciated.

First and foremost, thanx for the cards (for those who contributed)!! And for the sooo LONG list wishes at Facebook (come to think of it, i should have more of 'em at Friendster right? but i abandon it already, so no chance).

What's the celebration mentioned in the title? Oh. Les français, they asked me to have lunch with them the day of my birthday, which is to say, yesterday!! And they sang, and we talked. Simple, but i feel accepted. But i still miss the celebration i had in Tours.

ps: i found out just how big is the resto-u of INSA compared to the one in Tours!!
pps: ridhuan, u are in your twenties already. wake up.

Bordeaux : Heaven

all photos are copyright of ayen.

Kad raya

From Malaysia!! Thanx so much~



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3rd Season, One Step Further: Welcome to INSA Toulouse.

Assalamualaikum

Dear Abah and Mama,

The day Along (to be acknowledged as me, henceforth) reached Paris, that was 2 days ago; everything went on excellent. I arrived at 06h20, very well the time expected, and the landing was the smoothest i had ever experienced. Even the border police check was simple, he glimpsed and stamped my passport straight away, alhamdulillah^^ Then i had to wait for the TGV which was at 09h25. It was doubledecker train (so they call that), the most decent of its kind i've ever seen. That was a CDG-Montpellier train; which route i never had a chance to try; and as i found the greenest scenery, and the fine looking Lyon (verily), as well as yatch boat on the way to Montpellier; i daresay that was my best trip in train in France. The transit at Montpellier took 1 hour, 12h35-13h35. Just then came my train which brought me home, Toulouse. To Abah who concerned most about me taking too much time to arrive, i'm sorry that that was the shortest train i found. And i've forgotten the flight, should have been an easier option if i've thought of one. As i arrived the railway station, aka gare [gakh], Afiq had waited for me and brought me home, he invited me to iftar at one PhD student's place.

Sunday; everything is closed, so i decided to stay at home, knowing that the class was going to commence the next day. It was quite a loss in my part, actually. Should have done many things, but that was Sunday, because France's Sundays is a complete piss-off.

Monday i started my dear class, with a blessed chimie class called evaluation - small test. At afternoon i went to centre ville (read: town) to make an unlimited metro-bus access for one year which is so cheap now! 100 euros for 365 days consecutive. Before it was 22 euros monthly. I think it's because of the increment of the Toulouse population, unlike what i heard from this one city called Laval which bus service is in the process of discontinuation, why? i dont know. the first day of my class, i was all wear off. yes, with inscription process which required me to go to practically every department there is, not to say the meeting with the chef de departement which i loathe the most (she's one of the most evil, not-understanding type of woman i've ever seen in my life). well it consumed great amount of energy.

3 days in row i break fast with Mama's cooking - sambal daging goreng, and i'm so thankful that mama had done me that. because i can barely moved my hand as i arrived home. i know that she had previewed this kind of situation to occur. mama is loving yet understanding, the best protection i have as life goes on. so do abah. the day i left, the warmth of affection he gave me, as he hugged me and didn't let go of me, i knew he loves me for eternity. i'm so missing them right now. my summer holiday seemed to be so short; i should have done more and more. again; how i wish if time machine does exist. can i return for Aidilfitri??

Among my fellow batch friends, im perhaps the earliest to start the class. I have to say that being a dedicated student, as said ummu; is inappropriate; i want a longer holiday instead. Choosing a great grande ecole, like Mama said, is i think the sole reason. When i entered the class, my responsable told me that we had to start our class a week earlier than the normal french there is, because they want us to catch up with whatever's coming. Just one week kot.

OK, im in a special class called ASINSA, dun really know what that stands for, but the name is cute right? This week i'll be having classes with the Chinese and Vietnam students, which is a ballbreaker (boring, because they speak with hands) hahaha. well, it's show-off time:P then next week i'll have the mix class with french student, but im still in ASINSA. that would be fascinating, i hope.

Send my love to Angah, Pka and Nani.


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What if time machine does really exist ?

I'll be the first person ever to use it. I'll surely go back to 5 years ago.

When everybody's life had never really started. Abah would not be so hectic like he had already nominated a trophy "dok lekat dumoh" introduced by Angah. Whereas Angah too wouldn't be so full of his friends whenever he comes back home. Pika would not as well being engrossed to her Shinee thing. OK enough of it.

I want a calm life that i am securely go and return from school the same hour every passing day, where Abah comes and picks me up everyday. And Abah can be as well like having the same hour of school too. And to all my family to have the same hour, Pika, Mama, Nani, Angah; that would be 5 years back in time. We could actually see each other every evening, if not every hour.

Thus i'm leaving again for a far far away place. And i love you all, Mama is on top of the list

Note: KUL-CDG 2335 280809

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Pre-season, birthday & disappointment

Pre-season

There is still a mere week that i'm going to stay here in Terengganu, before i leave for the 3rd year in France. i've no intention at all to post any of my activities here during this holiday, i want to keep this sacred moment as personal as ever; my 'france friends' need not to know much, ain't it? Haha, let's dun take this so seriously.

I'll be leaving at 28th August, 2330 kot, and arriving the next morning at 0630; which means i can eat the whole flight kann. Classes is expected to start at 2nd September, but i doubt it will be the real class; it must be the orientation session right? I've already planned to iftar at Pau, Bordeaux, Angouleme during the weekend of Ramadan (which i hope isn't just a plan). And battling with the tight schedule as an ecole student, i need a really disciplined me to grab the Big Ramadan SALE (up to 700 rewards) - quote from Amin.

Anyway, can i choose to not going back?



Birthday

Mama will turn 47 tomorrow; a big celebration is awaiting for her. A day before Ramadan, you should have known better that people will profite the remaining time to eat at daylight (as if you'll die at the end of Ramadan).

LOVE YOU!

ps: Abah even secretly sms me to remind me to surprise Mama this midnight;p



Disappointment

I had this friend of mine, i would have say, this is a great friend, perhaps one of my bestfriends (ok no perhaps, yes she's indeed a bestfriend of mine). Straight to the point; i've been hoping all this time that she can grab her dream to study in Ireland, which can only be true if she can withstand the mortal IB.

And yet she did, except for the devil one point of Maths. She got 4 points whereas the points accepted are 5, 6 and 7. For God's sake, why on earth did the dumb Ireland uni requires a high points of Maths when the final goal is to pursuit the study in medic?! Did they say many students fled to medic just to avoid Maths?

Because of this 1 point, everything is messed up. She's going to Ukrida this 27th August (find it urself if you think the name catches your eyes due to its cuteness) instead of IMC. I've been waiting eagerly these 2 years, i was really hoping that she made it. I'm disappointed. Enough crying, that was fated.

ps: u've got my support wherever u are.

Night Life at Toulouse

Dear diary,

Ok, let's start customly. its been 2 weeks already that i'm (er no, its been just 2 weeks that im) here in toulouse, but so many firsts that i faced already. ok, i know im fatigue. i've arrived at home (kak zati's home) just now, after sending ustaz saif and his wife to my house where they would stay over the nights through out this programme. guess what, i walked all along from my residence insa until i arrived here, which took me 45 minutes, started at 00h30. ok, why not taking the so-glamourous-yeah-toulouse-has-metro-too? because after midnight no more metro. ok then, you have money, taxi would be understandable rite, since it's really far between these 2 houses? i've called hundreds of times, if not millions (ok i lied, i called 6 times;p). so then, with the internet in the palm (read: illymithics 3g, unlimited internet access via nset;p) i've then chosen to walk home. internet? is there any reason? yeah you have google maps so can get directions to walk. why not? what they call it again, 1 of those 10 muwasofat tarbiyah, qawiyul jism aint it? here goes. walking in the middle of night, lonely beside la garonne (read: among 5 biggest river in france), i've nevertheless watched the night life of this city of Toulouse. there were people and activities, unlike Angouleme (er i cant compare with tours because tours has night life too, if not as active) couples, cyclists, naturalists, etc2. i feared however that i might get kidnapped or worse, raped; but the temptation of appreciating the night surrounding really urge me to keep walking. 45 minutes of walking wasnt really too bad. i've even taken the shorter time to arrive (comparing to the indicator in the google maps i've searched in my nset, which showed 46 minutes to arrive). ok its 1.55 am in the morning already. i've got to wake up my company (to paris) at 4 in the morning (which reminds me of gwen stefani's song: 4 in the morning), thus i really think having an overnight wouldnt be a really bad idea, would it? i can still cover the sleep in the train, tkt;) ok2. sorry abah for not having time to call you. but these 2 days really got me to the top of my nerve. 2 days of educations and heavy things, it's the time for enjoy then. paris, here i come! oh yeah!! lie on the grass at the feet of Eiffel Tower, i can hardly wait for that! what else? anything! 2 hours more to 4 am. my train will be at 06h08. i've got to leave the house at 05h15 if i do not want to watch the train leaving me. hmm full stop.

ps: flight to Malaysia in less than 48 hours!!

Separating the way

Every start has its end. But the friendship built within these 2 years remains, aint it?

Thanx.

ps: back to Malaysia in 4 days.
pps: written in Bordeaux (city of shoping thats what they said), and will be leaving for Toulouse in 2 hours.

Toulouse, first look.

1. My room:

20m², 4 times smaller than my apartment last year, fine la.

2. Les Toulousains:

I BELIEVE I CAN TOUCH THE SKY!! what the heck with their english (label found at Toulouse's centre ville Quick) ? english, and so does french. geez i need serious training with my hearing. they speak an alien french to me.

Goodbye Tours

I quit Tours this morning, exactly at 07h45, heading to Toulouse where lies my future, my bright future, leaving back all the sweet memories with my dearests here.

I may not come back until there's a family gathering here. *isk3*

wishing raf a safe journey

Woke up 4 in the morning just to send raf off (he took tgv at 5.30 am to paris who then will take off to Malaysia), stayed all morning watching this tiny little rectangle (i mean my laptop display)

i've done already with this. step out into the fresh air.