Dec 19, 2013

Euro Trip: Paris & Provins

Bismillah...

2013.. I definitely can't say this year as my 'Sorrowful Year'. Well, it might contain one of the biggest test of my entire life from losing Nuyui but 2013 is a year full of new experiences and great adventures as well. I did my first solo travel early this year. And our Eurotrip is a very memorable experience that we just can't wait to do another one! (^^) Fuh fuh fuh! Kumpol duit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here goes...

Well, RA and I departed first on the 29th May. We were seated separately. I happened to sit next to a nice Malay couple who seem to be well traveled, very warm and affable. I even did some medication counseling during flight (walaupon suda vow before flight "Aku x mau cakap pasal kerja langsung!")..

We arrived in Paris very early in the morning. Our first encounter of  super good looking human being was the extremely-charming-sparkling-smile-piercing-blue-eyes immigration officer. He pretended to be very serious at first because I didn't respond when he called me to the counter where RA already stood. He wanted to check both our passports since we came together. I was slightly nervous because his voice tone was as if I just did something against some French Law. Then when he said, "No worries ladies. Enjoy your stay." and smiled, I  spontaneously blurted "Kacak gileeeeeeee~" urgh caer~



We first head for our hostel in Republique. Well, there were two things that surprised me most when we left the airport that I didn't expect of Paris. Number one, is the number of graffiti. They were everywhere! On the walls, on the road divider, on the buses and trains.. EVERYWHERE!

Number two, is the number of people who greeted us with Salam.. The guy at the subway ticket counter asked us, 
"Are you Muslim?" 
"Yes, we are..."
"Asslamualaikum.."
"Walaikumussalam.."

RA and I looked at each other, impressed... "Ikhlas sungguh salam itu.. Kalau kat Malaysia.. Salu 'Assalamualaikum kak loooong~'"

The guy that was wiping the automated gate warned us of pick pockets. He had poor English that we misunderstood at first.

"I watch you sister pick pocket.. Assalamualaikum"

We think, what he was trying to say was actually "Watch out for pick pocket" 

And there was this guy that look somewhat like Dean Cain greeted as we exited the subway station

"Indonesian??"
"No, Malaysian..
"Assalamualaikum.."

The hostel was very hard to locate at first because there was a construction work that blocked the view of the hostel. We went around and around with our haversack for almost one hour. And actually the hostel was only 3 minutes walk from the station. One thing that we don't understand was there was always a huge crowd standing by the construction work every time we passed. The people just stood there, with some snacks and polystyrene cups, watching the workers do their work. "Ape yang dorang tengok ni sebenarnye..??"



Well, on the first day, we decided to go for Disneyland! \(^^)/ Okay~ Cliche ya.. But I was excited anyway. It's like impian riang ria Disney zaman 90an dulu... The roller coasters were super fun and my favourite would be that tower of terror thingy. It's an elevator that drops once it reaches the top floor.. Memang sangat fun lah.. It was rainy at first but was sunny in the evening so the parade was on!


Yeah! Simba!!! \(^^)/ We were not the only adults who were excited.. Most of the adults were more excited than the kids, actually. I guess because most of the Disney movies were released long time ago so I guess everybody just can't believe how all the characters came to live like that hahaha

MR arrived on the 31st and we head straight to Provins that morning. Provins is actually a small town that has gained the UNESCO World Heritage status.


Ahax! siapakah  mereka ini? Pacik tu siap senyum lagi pandang camera haha The pacik is the conductor and the rest are the macho macho police!! Well, we sat opposite to a sleeping woman who I presumed is a homeless. I think she was high that she didn't respond when one of the police nudge her to wake her up. Then came a huge police who then slapped her face hard! It was such a scene.

We felt awkward sitting there and one of the police even asked us if the woman was with us. But we just watch them interrogate the woman in French and they got her off the train after that because she didn't have a ticket. I think we stopped for about 20 minutes because of that woman haha but it was an experience to see how strict the police in a foreign country can be.. Tapi dorang serius kacak!


A small river runs through the small town.. such a peaceful place...



If you ever watch Disney Beauty and the Beast, I think this building looks a lot like the ones in that cartoon :p


KEDAI BURGER TERSEDAP DI DUNIA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 
Seriously burger dia sangat sedap~ sangat sangat sangat sangat sedap.. *Enough Haziah!*

O ya, we had a very funny experience at this restaurant. The owner didn't speak a word of English and hand signals was not enough to make him understand. Memang kami sampai melentok-lentok dan melenggok lenggok kan badan untuk buat dia faham apa yang kami mau. There was an old man who could speak both English and French who was having a meal on a table near the counter. He was laughing so hard watching us trying to communicate with the owner that he couldn't help us out.Naseb baek la burger kau sedap! 



One of the main attraction in Provins but it was already closed when we got there haha Looks very creepy from the outside with lots of crows gliding above the tower. 

And for the rest of the trip, of course, we went to all the attractions that everybody else went in Paris like...


The Lourve; I was really surprised to see how big the place is. Everybody always focus on that Pyramid in the middle of the plaza. But we were more attracted to the delicate sculpts and statues.. They were so detailed and each of them were different..

"Aish.. Orang dulu2 ni memang banyak  mase eyh nak wat sume nih..."


This place is incredibly huge I just can't imagine how many displays they have inside.. Definitely going there again to see the exhibitions.. InshaAllah



I was also surprised at how colossal the Notre Dame really is.. I have to really tilt my head up to get the best view of the top. Memang cantik!


I prefer the night  view of Eiffel. I think, it looks pretty plain during the day. And guess what, a teenage girl tried to pick pocket me in Eiffel! Ces! Mentang-mentangla aku kicik!
She was asking me to sign on some papers saying it was some kind of survey that she is doing. My friends who were walking behind me saw her dug her hand into my pockets.. POCKETSSSSS.. She did it very fast. MR said the girl dug into the pocket on my jacket and pants.

MR: Gg, budak tu selok poket Gg

Ton MR sangat relax sebab she knew there was nothing in those pockets. She asked "dalam poket gg ade ape?" when we arrived in Eiffel.. Well, I actually got 10 Euros inside my pants pocket but I'd pushed it really deep into the pocket. The girl failed to pull it out. Tapi suda di luar2 ah~ Adidih! And she actually smacked my back hard when she didn't  get anything...


Percubaan copet RA haha

Ok la.. sudah lah.. Paris ni macam semua orang pernah pergi jak~ 

Next! Chamonix.... To be continued~


Sedang curi dengar English cycling tour di belakang :p 
Tudung x beriron spanjang Eurotrip~

Nov 27, 2013

Dimulakan dengan Bismillah....

Bismillah...

Since June I've been pooling my blog with all the melancholy posts like never before.. I guess, Nurul's passing really had it's toll on me.. Truth be told, a part of me died the day she died in that crash. I always have a hard time coping with loss (even if my cat dies) and losing someone who is so close to my heart was like a massive blow to my self esteem.

To this day, I can never be left alone or tears will start to fall. It's very easy for my thoughts to be drifted to things about her. Sometimes her smiling face would just popped out or I can hear her voice calling "Kak Jiji". I guess, all of this occur because I honestly feared if one day I don't remember how she looks like anymore or how her voice sounds like.. Losing her made me vulnerable.. Extremely vulnerable, to be exact..

I had a small misunderstanding with a good friend. And it upsets me most when this small argument had led to indifference and coldness by people who I think shouldn't be involved at all. I have kept it to myself because I thought it was solely between us and no one should take sides.. But when I was cast out, how can things be the same again. Trust is not built in a day... Both of us were in a vulnerable state; very much overwhelmed by our own problems.. But I have one thing to say, you got what you wanted and left me losing the people I'm close to and whom I cared... You just added my loss... I hope that makes you happy...

People say, keeping yourself busy will help you forget. Unfortunately, it doesn't work for me. As I mentioned in one of my post, I was given a huge responsibility a week after Nurul's passing which I'd thought of letting go but I have no choice but to accept it. It kept me occupied during the day and I even went back late in most days. But the bad side of it, I would be very tired at night and would spend most of my time on my bed, relaxing... And crying at the same time (^^") But I guess, this is how it should be.. This is the path that Allah wants me to walk.. I just have to keep on telling myself that.. Because no matter how hard it is, I'm learning a lot of things in daily basis..

And one person that I want to apologize to is.. He-who-doesn't know... He proved himself a good man.. But I have to learn to let go.. When there are sweet memories, things will be even painful for me.. Of all the burden I have at hand, I think he should be the easiest to let go.. I have no regrets as long as nothing is left unsaid.. But this won't be easy and it will take time... May he be at ease and be shaded by Allah's mercy and blessings... There must be hikmah from all this... InshaAllah... I'm very sorry if this is not the right time... Bukan merajuk tau... And when I say I'm tired, I'm not tired of you, I'm tired with my own feeling that I can't fathom....

Nurul was far from me when she left us.. That somehow have made me desperate wanting to see her again.. How can I not be, we still sleep side by side on the last night we spent together.. I constantly prayed to Allah to let me see her and touch her again even if it is only in my dreams. That wish was granted 3 times; but I was only looking at her from afar and she was doing something like reading a book or having a meal... But I was content... Nurul is the only person who don't want me to get married early.. Every time the topic was raised by my mom or Pijah, she would feigned a long face and said "No0o0o0o0!!".. I miss that too....

My desperation led me to searching ways to go to Mecca for umrah although I know my effort will be futile because this is not the first time I tried.. I went from one umrah advertisement to another, from one booth to another in matta fair to find an agency that could actually help me get a visa... But it was to no avail.. I can't get a visa unless Babah is going with me (which I think not soon because he already went.. twice if not thrice.) or I go with my hurm.. husband.. Which I find very sad.. Maybe it's just not time yet.... Although I feel this sadness is churning every bit of me from within, I just have to hold on.. Keep steadfast to my normal daily prayers and find solace.. Allah is close, no matter where I am...

I promised myself to start anew.. Maybe I can't stop crying just yet, but I will try to lessen it hehe I think, Nurul will be just as sad if she sees me looking miserable... I'm going to slowly put things back in place... And move on.. Hurm.. And hope I could eventually forget he-who-doesn't-know.. Eh he-who-knows dah kot hahaha Saye tak malu nak ngaku, I miss him too... K bai!


Nov 16, 2013

Healing...

Tonight is my last night in Tasmania... Literally surrounded by darkness because the rest have retired earlier because we have to catch an early flight tomorrow..

Since we returned from Europe in mid June, life have gotten more hectic than ever.. I was very much battered by the reality of losing Nuyui... Pressure in work place... Losing friends over the smallest matter... Coping with my stiff left knee which seem to recover very slowly.. Yes, I occupied my time with lots of activities to keep tears from falling but life has been very very very disorganized...

It's good that we have this trip planned earlier.. I really needed this getaway.. I really need to have this time where I could just be away from everything familiar and the routine... Away from whatsapp, even.. I dont only find the connection to Allah on the prayer mat, no.. I also feel very close to Him when I am outdoor, surrounded by nature.. Standing on top of a mointain, realizing His Greatness from looking all the small things that lie beneath me which are in His control.... Walking inside a cave realizing what treasures are kept hidden... MashaAllah...

We have 5 more days.. I hope everything will go well, as planned.. Ameen

This is how I start anew... From seeing the beauty His creations... Because this makes me realize, I am part of the universe who has a role to play.. Who is created to keep the world in balance so as other creatures... No matter how hard life gets, this is how it should be... Because at the end of it all, I wont be the same person anymore.. I will be the person I should be...

Be strong, Haziah... And I must always remember there are people with greater tests than me....

I'm not weak... I just need time to heal and be strong again.. Losing Nurul is too painful.... But I'm glad I'd learnt letting someone else go too.... :)

Semoga di penghujung cerita ini, kita semua akhirnya bahagia..InshaAllah..