tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75438517977989190542024-03-05T18:02:25.327+03:00The Mechanism of Mealways live in awe of the glorious mechanism of the ultimate God's creation...MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-17665035784793798372016-05-05T15:53:00.001+03:002016-05-05T15:53:42.823+03:00You<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: white;">Many times have you asked why did I keep silent when I knew. Why didn't I say something. It took me a lot amount of courage to talk to you. I didn't dare to look at your face the first time we had a conversation. I got nervous everytime I saw you. I was so worried how would I do during our first oncall together, because I wasn't being myself when you were around. I tried to avoid eye contact, pretending to ignore you to give you the idea that I wasn't into you when in fact, I was constantly staring at you when you were not looking. I didn't plan on telling you at all because I fear of being rejected by someone that I like so much. Turned out I was right. You broke my heart so bad when you told me you were with someone. I suffered a great deal amount of pain following that. Yet I still blame it all on myself. I did this to myself. I brought this misery to myself. You didn't know. I knew better, but I was too carefree. I made myself love you so much that when the reality knocked, my whole world shattered. I love you so much that I didn't dare to put this on you, because I know you didn't know better. It was all me. I believe in many great things. I believe that love isn't equal to being possesive. I believe that love is to make the person you love happy even if it means that you have to stay away. I believe that if I try harder, I might be able to get over you. I believe that sometime in the future, I might be able to look at you as a good friend, not more. I believe in many great things. And as good friend, I'm willing to do anything just to make sure you're happy. Because I can't live if you're not happy. To love someone from afar, I suppose not many can do that but I believe that I can. If anything, I would say thank you. Thank you for giving me this great experience; to feel this strong about someone.</span></div>
MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-81262691937078786022016-01-14T13:31:00.001+02:002016-01-14T13:31:41.887+02:00Let Me Go<span style="color: white;">Why?</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Why must you come back?</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">I have suffered and recovered</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">I'm past all of that</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">You're a history that I want to forget</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">But why?</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Why did you come back?</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">You succeeded in killing everything</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">that was beautiful about us</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Now everytime I think about you</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">All I can think about</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">is how stupid I was</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">To have believed your words</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Your promise</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">So why?</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Why have you come back?</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Was it still not enough?</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Why?</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Why?</span>MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-49436288304258181782016-01-13T21:41:00.001+02:002016-01-13T21:41:39.582+02:00I need a fixOh life<br />
<br />
What had happened to me?<br />
<br />
I have changed so much<br />
<br />
This love that I'm in<br />
<br />
Is consuming me too much<br />
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Oh life<br />
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What do I do with you<br />
<br />
Oh life<br />
<br />
I just want to be happy<br />
<br />
Can't I?<br />
<br />
What do I do<br />
<br />
What do I do<br />
<br />
What do I do<br />
<br />
What is now this man to do?<br />
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I have never experienced this kind of love before<br />
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I need a fix<br />
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Oh lifeMUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-89213570325144562102013-05-04T12:50:00.000+03:002013-05-04T12:54:41.848+03:00a new dawn?<br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hello
you. Yes, you, the one writing on this blog, and the (only) one reading it as
well. So, basically your own self, Ideris! :|I’ve lied to my own blog. I
promised to write more since my last post. I had a nice break from the clinical
terror, but I couldn’t remember what had kept me so busy that I failed to
accomplish my vision of updating this abandoned blog of mine more frequently.
It feels like telling lies to my own soul. Oh my desouled soulless soul!</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Anyway,
this is a ‘hot’ period of the year! Not only because summer’s approaching and
the temperature is climbing up at a drastic rate, there’s also a huge event
coming up this month. It’s the general election! I shall remember this year’s
election because it’s my first time voting. I already handed my vote in last
Sunday since I’m abroad currently, hence the postal voting need to be carried
out earlier than the official date of voting to allow adequate time for
transference or something. I’m sure you get the idea.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I’m
kind of a newbie to the political matters. An amateur, if I may. But I’m trying
to get a hang of it. Do I support Pakatan Rakyat or Barisan Nasional? There are
others, but in national context, I don’t see the possibility of them forming a
government due to the insufficient number of parliamentary seats being
contested by them. So it’s gonna be either one of these two to govern the
country.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To
be frank, I’m not a strong supporter of any of the two but I’m no midway
currently. I decided to choose the other one because of what I believe in and
what I’m fighting for. Strong word, fight! LOL! Well again, I already voted. I
voted for a better Malaysia. I voted for the whole citizens of Malaysia. I voted
to choose for a better future for my future children. I voted for the future
generations. I voted to show that all of us citizens have the rights to be
voiced out. I voted to make people realize of the power held by the citizens on
how this country should be sailed. I voted to show the politicians of how
afraid they should be of us, citizens and not the vice versa. This is a
democratic country, every person has the sole right to choose the direction of
this country.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That’s
why I chose not to vote blindly and solely for any party. I’m not to be a
donkey following where the party is taking me. I desire a transparent
government so everyone can have a say in every matter. In other words, I’m
against obsession of any political parties, because these parties should be
held responsible by the people without excuse. There can be no party which is
not to be questioned of any wrong deeds done.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Once
again, I strongly believe in the power of the people over the government. The
ballot is stronger than the bullet.</span></div>
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We
the people are the rightful masters of both Congress and the courts, not to
overthrow the Constitution but to overthrow the men who pervert the
Constitution. The people are the rightful masters of the country.</span><br />
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<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Abraham
Lincoln</span></div>
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</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Pheww.
So serious mah.</span></div>
MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-83717238412213116252013-01-07T22:26:00.000+03:002016-01-13T20:15:17.602+02:00unlucky number one<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>I hope they like you
like we do<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>I'll be proud to be
like you<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">Just like you</span></i><span style="color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hello everyone (like
there’s anybody).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I just finished my
tests for my rotation in the Department of Obstetrics and Gynecology. It has
been an amazing journey and I truly enjoyed it. I wrote this thing before the
marks are out because usually the true judgment will be clouded over by the
marks. So without knowing how I actually did during the tests, I can honestly
say that I love this department.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Great doctors with
great skills of teaching, great experience switching from one hospital to
another almost every week and I should also say great patients. Why? Well
simply because most patients are either pregnant or had just delivered a baby
or maybe just got out from the operating theaters. So these are exhausted
patients, looking very tired and maybe unwell. Labor is very exhausting!!!
Let’s take a moment to appreciate every single effort our mothers had taken to
ensure our intrauterine well-being and be delivered safely knowing that it was
a very difficult process, yet ended with smile and tearful joy. I felt really touched observing a woman delivering her baby. </span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I enjoyed this rotation
so much that I honestly don’t really give a damn about my marks. But of course,
I want to pass it. Oh wait, or not? Eh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Anyway, this is the
only major rotation for this year. We were tested by methods of OSCE and Mini
OSCE, as any other major rotations. The trouble with OSCE is that, no matter
how much I've read or prepared, that nervousness will always be there because I
have to confront people during OSCE. Unlike Mini OSCE, we’re only confronting
few pictures and a paper. Nobody was observing you giving the answers or making
comments or expressions over your answers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Some people say they
only got the loose legs before seeing the question and once they saw it, and
they started answering one by one (orally), the nervousness disappeared. But
this is me. I don’t talk much. I always feel nervous every time I let a word out of my mouth.
I tend to stutter. So the nervousness didn't really go away even after I
started answering the questions. Or even if I knew my answers were right.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This
was how I acted during my OSCE. I entered the room, looking at the examiner’s
face while simultaneously greet (sometimes) and said my name. And then I sat
down and read the questions. My head stayed down throughout my whole
answering/thinking process. Not once did I look at the examiner. My eyes were
stuck on the question paper, or stool or maybe the floor. When the time was up,
I faced up, looked at the examiner’s face and said “Thank you, doctor.” Every
single time. I think I need to learn how to speak in the presence of people I
don’t know well. I should know how to get comfortable. Hell I can be calm throughout
anything, but once I have to speak, my heart got caught in the spotlight.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I’ve got nothing to say
actually. I just wanted to keep this blog updated. What else to say?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ok that’s all for this
post.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">P.S.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Dismal.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">...</span></span></div>
MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-39983299744430532602012-11-03T18:56:00.004+03:002016-01-13T20:22:56.944+02:00I realize now;<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> how far you'd go</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffe599; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> and how far distant I've been left behind</span><br />
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<i style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: justify;">HEADS UP : This post contains lonely expressions. eh. not really lah!</i><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Hello everybody! (?)</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">All praise to The Almighty, I've been living on this earth for 22 years now. I’m grateful for what I've done and where I've been since the day I was born.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>Work for a cause, not
for applause. </i><i>Live life to express,
not to express. </i><i>Don’t strive to make
your presence noticed, just make your absence felt.</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can’t be dependent on
others to be happy. I should be the one striving for my own happiness. I couldn't care enough if people are constantly leaving me. Damn it! I actually have
been saying these things so many times (well, every time I was feeling left
behind) but I've been back and forth. Hah! So back off when it’s time to do so.
Stay focus and do not get distracted anymore! You’re on your own!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I did pretty amazing things on my birthday this year;</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">1. climbing up to the top of Mount Sinai</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">2. enjoying the super beautiful view of sun rise from the top of Mount Sinai</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">3. riding quad bike (my first time) in dark night to the Bedouins village in the desert</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So this year I spent my Eid
holiday in Egypt. Personally, this wasn't merely a vacation. I felt sort of
connected with Egypt. I learnt a lot of things from this trip. As for most of
my previous vacations, I felt no more than a foreigner following the map moving
from one tourist attraction to another. But this visit to Egypt taught me a lot
about the lifestyle of an Egyptian or at least a non-Egyptian staying there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I’m lucky enough to
have been living in a typical Arab world in a small barren country called
Jordan. So I already had the background image of how it was gonna be in Egypt.
Frankly, I did a lot of comparison between these two countries.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">To be clear, this wasn't my second Arab country I've visited in my whole life. Thank God, in 2009
I had the opportunity to see the beautiful old country named Syria which is now
in an unstable state. Syria was in many ways similar to Jordan. But I was
barely a residence in Jordan back then. So to be honest, it was only one of
other trips. In 2011 (I was in my third year), I went to United Arab Emirates
or to be specific Dubai and Abu Dhabi. The gulf countries are in so many ways
different than Jordan or Syria.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But this time, there
was a different feeling throughout my journey in Egypt. I didn’t feel
alienated, nor out casted as a foreigner. Things went smooth, although some
little problems were inevitable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">As an Arab country,
Egypt in so many ways is typical. Recalling from history, people make living
around a water source thus the famous Nile River. Cairo is a very old and
highly populated city. You can see by your own eyes how crowded the city is on
every single day. I have a theory that due to overpopulation, the management
became lose because it’s a big challenge to control a very huge number of
people. You can provide as many facilities or services as you can. But to control
people or citizens is a different matter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Cairo is a very busy
city. Crowded in addition to dusty, I learnt the importance of staying calm in
such situations. Havoc is a normal scene. You can easily lose your temper. The
hot weather of desert adds to your head and body temperature. Compared to
Jordan, this country is far more well equipped but the problem lies with the
people. This is an unjust comparison though, because Jordan is an amateur
country compared to Egypt which is very ancient.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Okay, don’t intend to write much. Personally, I think Egypt is far more
developed than Jordan but due to its overpopulation, I prefer to be here in
Jordan. Every beautiful thing can become a mess when too many hands are on it.</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">P.S. Thinking of a new blog title.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>All of your wallowing is unbecoming</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>You've got to take it on your own from here</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>It's getting pathetic and I'm almost done here</i></span>MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-61308563050383925352012-10-04T00:22:00.003+03:002012-10-04T00:24:07.181+03:00happy with your life?<span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Martial, the things that do attain </span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The happy life, be these, I find: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The riches left, not got with pain; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The fruitful ground, the quiet mind: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The equal friend, no grudge, no strife;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">No charge of rule, nor governance;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Without disease, the healthful life; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The household of continuance: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The mean diet, no delicate fare; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">True wisdom join’d with simpleness;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The night discharged of all care, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Where wine the wit may not oppress: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The faithful wife, without debate; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Such sleeps as may beguile the night. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Contented with thine own estate;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ne wish for Death, ne fear his might.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">[Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">we hate he rain when it fills up our shoes,</span></i><br />
<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>but how we love when it washes our cars.</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-40777709504697283552012-09-29T01:13:00.001+03:002012-09-29T18:34:00.308+03:00from coins and notes to a card<br />
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>This is for the ones who stand,</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>for the ones who try again,</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>for the ones who need a hand,</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>for the ones who think they can.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>It comes and goes in waves.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hello again, myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Last week, I applied
for a new debit card. I already have one, but the magnetic stripe is tore up a little
bit so sometimes the cashier will have to swipe it few times before it got
through. A week later, the new card was ready. I had to activate the card by
calling the customer care line. The operator asked a few questions and just
like that, my card was activated. But of course, later on I need to withdraw any
amount of money from the ATM machine and wait for 24 hours before I can use it
for swiping action and online payment.</span></div>
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Hello. How can I help
you?</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Hello. I would like to
activate my VISA debit card.</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Okay. Can you give me
your card number?</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Alright, they are ****
***** **** ****.</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Is it okay if I ask you
a few questions for verification purpose?</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Sure, no problem.</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>What is your name?</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>******* *** ******</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Your date of birth?</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>It’s October 29, 1990.</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>In which branch of
Standard Chartered did you open your account?</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Irbid.</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>How much do you have in
your account balance?</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>God! Currently? I‘m not
sure. I never really keep track of my account </i></span><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">balance. Can I skip this
question?</i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Just give me a range.</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Okay, maybe a couple of
*********. Am I screwed?</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>No you’re okay. Your
card is activated now. Can I help you with any other things?</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Thank you. No, that
would be all.</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Okay, have a nice day.</i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i></i></span></blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Thank you very much.
Bye.</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When I mentioned I didn’t
really keep track of my account balance, I really mean it. I’m not saying that’s
a good thing to do, but I’m just stating that not everybody keep track of their
account balance. So I’m not really sure if that’s a wise thing to include that
question in the verification process. I withdraw, spend and let the bank deals
with my balance. That’s not a good habit because we should always know the
status of our finance so we can plan ahead. What if the bank messed up?</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Are you a shopaholic?
Or a big spender, as one may say. I don’t think I am. But when I want to buy
something, I don’t really look at the prices. Some might compare between
various stores, but I don’t really do that. I just buy it when I see it. I don’t
really care about the prices. I hate dealing with numbers, so that could be one
of the reasons. I don’t really know how much one thing should cost, I mean like
its standard price. When I say I don’t remember the price of the things I
bought, I really mean it.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Some people find
happiness by shopping. These are shopaholics. When they’re feeling empty, they
shop again. And again. And again. That’s not a pure happiness. You can never
satisfy yourself like that. It’s like an ongoing continuous process where you
need refreshment every time you run out of ‘it’. Of course, when you’re living
a rich life where you have no limit of money supply, you will not see that as a
problem.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I once thought I like
to shop. Few years ago, I went to Dubai. Lucky as one may say, there was a
shopping festival during my visit there. It was like the biggest annual
shopping festival. Lots of discounts and half prices. I thought I would buy
lots of things. But to be truth, I’m not really a shopper. I didn’t really buy
anything there. But I have to admit that Dubai is indeed a nice place for
shopping.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yes, Dubai is like a different version of Arab world.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Have you ever tried buying
things on the internet? My first experience was with this online shopping site
centered in Middle East. I bought a hands free earpiece and a case for my
phone. The delivery took a
very long time. I also read some other complaints about their bad service, so I
decided not to order from this site anymore.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My second trial was
with a low fare flight company. I booked my flight tickets directly from the
site. It was easy and the process went really smooth. Well, there was not gonna
be any deliveries so that’s why. At the same time, I booked hotel rooms for my
stay in Italy and London.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">How I miss spending my time alone in Italy. It was like an accomplishment. Somehow, I always think that I'm gonna be alone for the rest of my life. :/</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">After that, I would
like to order some books from the site eBay. But I have some problem with my
PayPal account. I turned over to the site amazon, but I encountered some
problems too. So that was all.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I would like to
highlight some problem here in Jordan concerning online payment and later on
the deliveries of your order. We don’t use residency address here. Any formal
or official business must be through the rental mail box. Lucky me, students
can register the university personal mail box for free. I hope the system will
get better maybe after 10 years. This country really needs to sort this thing
out and gets everything organized. I think the capital city has already used
the residency address system because I notice each house in Amman is labeled
with a number so that must be the house number right?</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh just to clear things up, I don't come from a rich family. My sister always scolded me for spending too much money on school trips but hey, I was a little kid. I knew nothing about financial management and less that I knew that we had to save money for house needs. She was right th</span><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">ough. I did join too many school trips. I wouldn't miss every chance I had.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Both of my parents have different approach than my elder sister. They don't want their children to think or worry about money. So they always say YES whenever I asked. I remember the routine pep talk my parents used to give us about how we must study really really hard so we can achieve a financially better life in the future. I can actually see that we're living much better than we used to before. All praise to Him. Damn it, writing about all this makes me feel sad all of sudden.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Do you like to buy
things? Why do you buy t</span><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">hings? Do you really need them? Have you ever had a
financial problem in your life? Is shopping your obsession? How long can you
stay out of stores or malls? Do you frequently check your savings account?</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">P.S. Those spam messages really bother me. I might take the chat box down.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>I keep trying to walk,</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>but my feet don't find the solid ground.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>I keep trying to scream,</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>but my tongue has finally lost its sound.</i></span></div>
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MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-73660840603036290632012-09-28T00:45:00.001+03:002012-09-28T00:50:43.661+03:00unnoteworthy<i style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;">If you knew me,</i><br />
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>would you save that seat for me?</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>If you knew me,</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>would you finally let me free?</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hello myself! duhhhh<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Last year, each time I introduced myself as a
fourth year student, I would feel proud and huge. Well, you know what I mean by
‘huge’. But this year, every time I say fifth year, I feel ancient. I wonder
what I will feel next year.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It’s September. New semester just began, which
means new students just arrived. Every single year (well since 2009) around
this time, something interesting never fails to make me laugh. No, I’m not
talking about me laughing at those naive and innocent looking freshies blurring
around the street admiring every single thing they found on this land. God
forbid, I would never do that!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A lot of people will approach me and assume couple
of false laughable things about me. The most hilarious greeting so far would be “Welcome
to Jordan”. Some people even thought I was a Yarmouk university student. Doesn't that sound ridiculous but high-larious at the same time? Maybe I should blame
myself for that, I’m not sure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It gets even funnier when at most times, I actually
know their name or even a little more detail about themselves. You know, simple
things like which university, what year and what course. Let me give a simple
example of a real conversation that I encountered recently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<i><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Greetings. How are you?</span><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></i></blockquote>
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<span style="color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hi. I've been better but thank you. And you?</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></i></span></blockquote>
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<i><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I’m fine. Welcome to Jordan! What’s your name?</span><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></i></blockquote>
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<span style="color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Err, thank you? It’s Ideris. You’re Derp right?</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></i></span></blockquote>
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<i><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yes I am. So how’re things with you so far? Do you
have trouble with understanding the materials in Arabic?</span><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></i></blockquote>
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<span style="color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Well they’re in English. So, not really.</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></i></span></blockquote>
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<i><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wait, are you studying in JUST? Medicine?</span><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></i></blockquote>
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<span style="color: white;"><i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yes, I do. Just began my fifth year.</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></i></span></blockquote>
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<i><span style="color: yellow; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Oh really? Okay. A clinical student?</span><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"></span></i></blockquote>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Yes, how’s your third year now? Is everything
good?</i></span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And the conversation gets more awkward after that. Not from my
perspective though, because I actually enjoy looking at their shocked facial
expressions when I told them I’m in my fifth year. This happens every year and
I burst into big laugh every time it happens. Oh I’m gonna miss this when I
graduated.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>still I'm searching for something...</i></span></div>
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MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-11996295471567731102012-09-25T22:03:00.000+03:002012-09-25T23:51:48.636+03:00the pretender<br />
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>No one’s gonna wait for
you.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>So do it now, do it
right now.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Don’t waste a minute on
the darkness<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #cfe2f3;">And the pity sitting in
your mind.</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So here I am. Sitting
in front of my desk. A coffee-filled mug at my right hand side. Fingers on the
built-in laptop’s keyboard. Feeling like a professional writer. Trying to put
on words to construct sentences that are readable and understandable. At the
same time, I always wonder of who I’m writing to. Myself, I suppose.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It’s a semi-miracle (I
just made that word up) that my laptop is on my desk. I usually have it on my little
table beside my bed. Yes, I do that. I always use my laptop while sitting or lying or
rolling on my broken bed where I pretend to be comfortable and in relax state
while I’m not. I have to change my pose (or way of sitting/lying/rolling) every
few minutes because of numbness and sometimes my spine actually aches. This
always reminds me of the reason why people have desk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Logging onto my blogger
account, I’m not really surprised of the changes that they’ve made. I left this
account for over a year. I wasn’t really having the writer’s block, because I’m
not really a writer for that matter. I’m only a normal person pretending to be a good
writer. Ah ha! Oh by the way, I like this new blogger. It's less crazy. Ok I don't know why I said that.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I feel chatty today. Or
felt, whatever. I’m not a chatty person for that matter. I mentioned this
couple of times in my previous posts which were like few years back. :| I
forgot the reason why I stopped blogging for a while. Erm, I could be busy.
Yeah, that could be it. I’m not sure. Oh I forgot to mention that cliché crap
people always say;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME,
PEEPS!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">(and it's been a boring year)</span></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hell yeah! Back to
being chatty, I’m not really a conversationalist. I always avoid people to
secure myself from any chatting attempts. Yep, that’s not a cool thing to do. I
feel like that’s the absolute reason why my Arabic language skill is like being
held back while others are getting better and better every time I see them. But
on the other side, I mean the good side of it, I like to believe that I become
an independent man because of that behavior. Yep, I’m a self-proclaimed
independent man!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">See, I went to Italy all by myself. I'm independent right?</span></div>
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<o:p><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
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<o:p><span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Do you know that
feeling when you have so many thoughts playing around in your mind? At that
moment, you feel like your head’s going to explode with that words symphony
going around inside your cranium. You feel like you need to speak those words
out. Just let them out of your heads. Or at least, you need a pen and a paper
so you can write all that down. You feel so inspired to give your thoughts
about so many things happening around you. That actually happened to me today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That was when I
remember that I actually have an abandoned dusty blog. So I went home hoping
that I could throw all those thoughts onto this pity blog. But I actually ended
up doing something else. And by the time I remember that I had this writing
thing I must do, those thoughts just magically disappeared and I was like, “What
did I want to write about again?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So here I am. Sitting in
front of my desk. My made-in-China Paris souvenir mug is empty now. I’m out of
words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What do I expect from
this post? I’m not quite sure. But I hope this won’t be the only post for the
next one year.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Oh by the way, I met
Ingrid Michaelson while I was in Singapore few weeks ago. Hell yeah I did!</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Head out any further,<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>and you might just
forget how.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<span style="color: #cfe2f3; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>You’ve gotta come back down.</i></span>MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-11193447074222170492011-08-16T06:59:00.017+03:002016-01-13T20:35:36.829+02:00a CORRIDOR to watch you<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Sometimes it can be harder</i></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>to remember than to just let go.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">I always see my good companions as if I’m watching them from a fairly tall building. I’m in a room, then slowly I walk outside heading to the corridor. Stand still, I look down the building to see a group of people assembling together. These are the people I know well, my companions. My friends. Comrades. They’re all in different outfits and holding their personal signature items representing their different backgrounds. But they’re down there together. Chatting happily.</span></span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">Some of them look similar to each other but some on the other hand are very different yet they’re still standing on the same ground. Those that look similar are typical (in a good way) and appear as this one small circle. They’re recognized by people by this circle.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6upa5ypG5vPlxHRNSDM8f7O4DdTP3jvYGeEH1rIA0gO4HH45bLH6SrNWuXXukuL4fg9FFfdTXlYZxzQyO8rqAcPdVf9-5Br00GNrYDUOmb3a-3kM950JPuAgQ7_wyYfEB8-Lwcb3MnYk8/s400/44321_1300264441287_1670717103_584285_6484608_n.jpg" /></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">Those that appear a bit different are recognized by their own selves. They present themselves as their own self, not by a circle. They’re a bit distinct from others, because they hold a strong figure of their own self, portraying their own distinct physical.</span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">It doesn’t matter if you’re typical or different because what matters most is that you manage to stand together on the same ground no matter how peculiar your background might be. You keep your differences aside, finding the common ground and then you put trust on the ground so that both of you can stand there without doubts, believing that you’re good together.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdNtxC8PBwAl1CoHoa_U7rRnmBik1KnhP_fya6X9KGUH_q-6U8ocwNeW5ptrhmrLXOVfo_j5I-Ui25jLPRe_Ywj5c4oMquL8R9hWiO-rOD9EO1nkVzh2zgy_iSAaTyEeLu7XhHn5Kha6FD/s400/299725_10150307076113633_825818632_7780687_1031654_n.jpg" /></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Dear Malyque,</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>We weren’t really close and I know that I didn’t really take your 3 years in Jordan to know you more. I didn’t really take the opportunity when you were here. We didn’t eat our lunch together. I didn’t seat next to you in the lecture hall. I didn’t manage my time to study with you. I didn't visit you that frequent. I didn’t really spend much time with you.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>But I just want you to know that all this while, you've been a real great friend to me. You’ve been such a lovely friend to me and to us generally; JUST 08 (as we’ve always pronounce ourselves as). I enjoyed every bit of my time around you that I never consider myself knowing you were a waste. I want to let you know that you’re one of strong figures I’ve always seen in JUST 08.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I support your decision, because I know you’re a very wise man. I’m proud of your decision, because you’re a brave lad who knows what’s best for yourself. So no matter what or how you’re doing it, I will always be here praying for great things to happen to you.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>
</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Last but not least, please keep on writing (blogging) for I admire your real class English. :p</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha0A2oivkz_yPuRtJbtUx19aWr3unXCO-5pZRdw4zuZBmuqNx9qJFcq3OAOAVuJBjAt90GTbmhfPilqDoi9mYbzAbBGFwoOTK-3gCZ3TNKsQn8SgXIM4p28FoZ3FKMIOMtNAb9oXIP2ttX/s400/6575_153687434127_599634127_3553902_2735162_n.jpg" /></span></div>
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</span></div>
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span">Do you have your own corridor?</span></b></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">P.S. OMG This is my 50th post! :D</span></div>
MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-64973344652595567702011-08-14T05:15:00.004+03:002016-01-13T20:39:34.251+02:00Summer Rambles<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>A promise, still so pure.</i></span></div>
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Rise like the tide,</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>No need to hide.</i></span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">
</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">This is my summer rambles to you.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">The air is full of dusts.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Dusts coming from the deserted dry desert.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Will he get through this?</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Can they?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">This is my summer rambles to you.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">The sun is showing his pride these days.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">The wind is carrying hot air to me.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">The atmosphere is blazing hot.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Will I get through this?</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Can we?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD_5PKwVwmN8q2YuXp678VrrC3hySkDOWE-Tf2j0tqr0qxsnOahAAuvONJkjfn4SIxhn8HhZcLYt4fekgXWX1q3LrdetKToSSnV7VcJweqHpJ8fKPjJYc8GcwnsBErTDqcCO1XvczkPF1M/s400/P6270625.JPG" /></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">This is my summer rambles to you.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">The sandstorm is coming soon to get you.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Rolls in from the air precipitation in the desert.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">So you get your shelter.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Will you get through this?</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Can I?</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">This is my summer rambles to you.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Daylights seem like an eternity.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Wouldn’t let you go.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Nights are only glances to us.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">They’re gone before you know it.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">So we wait for another day to pass.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">To meet another peaceful night.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Will we get through this?</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Can we?</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dFnvOQyQze1LhF9kGgaWczEwb-Z3lquHUHVh3v6I8XkpxdKY3xDlO9cq4i6zLZK5aQB7faIPogyhYCL-AGWi6wT9j6o_KhZvFUsIQERH6krBAz9xR5AHQWZZhgKWhUOLcXXuyv0qBfI0/s400/P6210778.JPG" /></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">This is my summer rambles to you.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Everything seems like coming to get me.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">But I don’t see that in you.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">You’re running away from me.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Offending everything I feel about summer.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">You’re not a summer.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">You deny my summer experience.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">This is my summer rambles to you.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">The seasons always change.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">So summer will come and go.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">You’re not my summer.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">You don’t have to be my summer.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">You can be my tropic.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">You’ve already had a hidden spot on my heart.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">So you will stay.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWftl96ZHp-UF2OHnx1T8Fmlq7tdzGDSutv8i1y2dlOB55tpTEhhSQHEzzTo7GBggnR3UwW2rK2qefln-bQ9xmZ0bxne6W3bhEcIAaQt4IldEzVkQ58dXL_CJfKV2s0bPvneT7XF_X57nx/s400/DSC03675.JPG" /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">
</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">This is my summer rambles to you.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Can you and I get through this?</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span">Will we?</span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Flicker and hover,</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Still changing colours,</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>But nothing can break this calm.</i></span></div>
MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-53400552010650833042011-08-01T02:08:00.008+03:002011-08-01T15:48:26.203+03:00the invisible me<span class="Apple-style-span" ><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I don't know where,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>confused about how as well.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Like leftovers, waiting to be picked up then placed in any empty space.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Like me, hoping to be placed in a space where I'll be strong enough in my attempt to live and survive.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Like leftovers, like me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >How the heck did I get myself in this position?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrn-4LZL0gyGfHwfmXA5_13Cwfv7J82nTu-n8hV0ynlPZkuPklI17_QiEkHWQBfce0YHXn4Io8c-CbB41U5hodRgBdd3U2S2U3ji562RHg6_6K6WHLZFhr05qhwp2iLVZC3mS2VOkCYZ-/s400/229735_10150735448815510_876790509_20260822_6301866_n+-+Copy.jpg" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>When something begins,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>you generally have no idea how it's going to end.</i></span></div>MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-66929683182801598672011-07-25T20:39:00.003+03:002011-07-26T19:13:01.157+03:00a drawer of unopened letters<div><span class="Apple-style-span">We think too good of ourselves.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We thought we know everything.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We are too proud of ourselves.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Or maybe we are too broken inside that we deny everything else around.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Sometimes we take small things for granted.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We left a tiny hole uncovered.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Hoping nobody would ever notice it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We ignored minute drops of water coming out of an old loose pipe.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Denying any significant effect from these drops.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Negligence.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Ignorant.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Arrogant.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We thought we’ve already taken everything needed into our account.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But maybe,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">There could be a drawer somewhere we’re unaware of.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">A drawer hidden long enough we couldn’t bother enough.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Maybe there is a secret drawer.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">A drawer of unopened letters and birthday cards.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You might want to start refreshing your memory,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">of every single vertex you’ve cornered away.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><i>The storm is coming,</i></div><div><i>but I don't mind.</i></div><div><i>People are dying,</i></div><div><i>I close my blinds.</i></div>MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-74196141907421318642011-07-23T13:29:00.004+03:002011-07-25T20:49:25.582+03:00when life gives you lemons, you do what?<div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>There are no guarantees in life</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Not for the present</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Nor for the future</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We admit that there will be times when you can't stop smiling.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And there are also times when you just don’t know how to put your emotions in place.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You’re swarmed with so many kinds of feelings.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You’re trapped in emotions.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You can feel them all over your body.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Infesting the way you live your life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And suddenly they took over your body.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Dominating your brain.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Controlling your every single reaction.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Just like an infection.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">It started very discreet you couldn’t even bother to think of.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">And suddenly you’re all feverish and reddening.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">If only you took control of the time it began.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Now you’re sunk.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">It’s life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">There are ups and downs.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Just like when you’re sitting on a boat in the sea.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You can feel the ups and downs.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You are trying to enjoy the moments.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But every now and then, waves keep on coming over.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">They keep on trying to knock you out of the boat.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You don’t think it would get serious.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You don’t want to spoil your time-out on the boat.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">So you find a distraction.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You read a book.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Or maybe playing the games you downloaded on your iPod.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But when you realized that the waves are getting harsher.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">That’s when you know.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">You need something to hold on to.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Those distractions worked, but only for a short time.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Now you really need to face the waves.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">What will you hold on to?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Did you prepare a back-up plan?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><img 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side of the road.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Cars would come from my right side so I would see him anyway.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">The road was clear; free from cars.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">He looked like he was waiting for the other side of the road calling for him.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">He just stood there.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Looking for a certainty.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I wasn't sure if he wanted to cross the road or not.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I assumed his desire to reach the other side of the road.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But why didn't he cross the road while it was clear?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Maybe he too, thought the exact same thing about me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Maybe.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br 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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">It’s been a long time, eyh? I just couldn’t find the time to write something, or couldn’t find something to write on actually. I registered 5 subjects for this second semester. 3 modules of system; Neuroscience I, Neuroscience II and UroGenital. Another 2 subjects with 1 credit hour each (I know what you’re thinking, believe me they’re essential) are Medical Ethics and Health Administration. So for the first time since I pronounced myself a medical student of JUST, we have to do an assignment on Health Care System Problems from administration or management point of view. Oh it’s been forever since I was asked to do a comprehension-like thingy. Since I’ve been thinking of updating this wasted blog of mine, why don’t I post my article here?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Nowadays, health care institutions especially hospitals have become one of the most important social services for every living person on the earth. A hospital is an essential element in any community in building a great country or so. Unfortunately, so many problems in one particular hospital will affect the way it should be functioning. Besides promoting the well-being of people, health care workers also held the responsibility to educate them. A great community can be built if all the members of the community are concern and realize the importance of leading a healthy lifestyle, thus creating a healthy environment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Therefore, doctors should be the one to educate people in encouraging the healthy lifestyle for them to carry on and spread on. Doctors’ words are usually what patients listened to afterwards. Educating people is not merely by treating, preventing them away from any harm or explaining the problem. This is more than about promoting the well-being. This is about making people understand the importance of this and that, here and there. Doctors become teachers in this situation.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">So up until now, we already agreed that the most suitable persons in charge of educating people are the doctors. In order to carry out this plan, we will need a great deal of doctors. Competent doctors are the ones we are talking about. They need to be competent in completing their tasks. They should have the ability to fulfill anything required as long as they hold on to the title; Doctor. A competent doctor must not only know how to diagnose a disease, or how to treat a patient. They have to be able to carry out the duty as role models in one particular community. People often look up on doctors, on how they lead their lives, how they do their tasks, how they communicate, how skilled they are, how stable they are and so on. This is because a patient’s life at one time is technically depends on the doctor assigned to him/her. So a patient will demand to know how competent his/her doctor is to be trusted on his/her life. It’s not about taking care of things or whatsoever; it’s about the life of people. Handling a patient’s life is not an easy job because people are emotionally attached.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">How competent a doctor should be? What kind of competency do we need? How do we assess the competency of any doctors? One of the problems rising up now in most countries nowadays is incompetent medical graduates or incompetent doctors. Too many doctors are useless if they can’t keep on their competency up to the level where people can trust them.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">First aspect of competency is clinical and medical skills. Any unskilled doctors should not be trusted to handle a case alone. Medical graduates should’ve mastered the techniques and skills in carrying out their medical profession. Again, we are dealing with life of people or patients. Any mistake could be one step closer towards unwell-being. Patients will always be assessing the way any doctors handling them. How skillful they are? Are they capable enough to do a tracheal intubation? Can they be trusted to do a lumbar puncture? As far as we are concerned about the issue of unskilled doctors, there has been many reports on how doctors can’t find a vein, thus keep on poking the arm of the patients by the needle until they find one. If this one minor procedure can’t be mastered, how do we trust them to do a solo surgery, cutting the patient’s body open? Skillful and competent doctors will not only ease their job, it will also help in public display of the hospital.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">We’re done talking about how incompetent a doctor can be in carrying out a medical procedure, even a minor one. The next aspect is the communication skills. Surveys proved that most patients couldn’t bother enough to ask doctors the real situation or status of their health because they’re afraid of disturbing the always-busy-doctors with some silly questions. This shouldn’t be happening. A good doctor should be able to have some time provided for his/her patient. There shouldn’t be a cold atmosphere between a doctor and a patient. They should be able to discuss freely. Again, we are dealing with people thus dealing with emotions and feelings. We are not to give judgments or giving harsh words. We are to ease patients. This is where communication skill is essential.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Those were some examples of how incompetent a doctor can be nowadays. How do we solve this problem? Let’s take a look on how it should be done from a manager’s seat point of view. Before accepting any application, a manager should have the applicants interviewed. A good manager will review the performance of each applicant then synchronizing it with the current needs of the hospital. This will also helps in financial aspect of the hospital because we are prioritizing the needs over any other things. A manager should hire a doctor upon his/her reviewed performance and the current needs of the hospital. From there, we might be able to find a skillful and competent doctor. The decision of a manager whether to hire or not could be the determination of the future of his/her hospital.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">That is before hiring. After hiring, a good manager should go on with assessing the performance of each worker monthly or so. Sometimes they are good, sometimes they aren’t. So we need to know the status of their performance in carrying out their tasks. This includes the nurses, technicians and others involved. There can be an assessment form or so to keep track on how the workers are doing. When we detect something troubling, we will take some prevention action. That’s the purpose of an assessment. There should be a follow up, not just merely a record. Actions must be taken to prevent the workers from a deteriorating performance.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Next step is to delegate tasks evenly or doing shifts. Sometimes incompetent doctor results from less exposure thus lack of experience. This applies more on interns, residences and general doctors. They should not be picky with their tasks. A system of rotation from one department to another is helpful to help the doctors gaining or even balancing their skills and experiences. There shouldn’t be any compromises. All doctors have to abide the rules and shifts scheduled for them so everyone will gain something different each day.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">My last suggestion of solution on these incompetent doctors is to hold a course or something like that in order to build the character of a competent doctor. This should come from the manager. This is a very universal solution because we can train almost everything in one particular course. For example, a course for bedside manners and doctor-patient relationship. The experienced managers may share the skills and techniques they developed from their experiences. Furthermore, we might be able to create the personality of our doctors as role models in one particular community through this course. It’s sort of a self-development program.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">As for a conclusion, an incompetent doctor may results from the ignorant character of the doctor him/herself, or also comes from a bad management. One thing for sure, it’s the responsibility of the managers themselves to realize the situation, keep tracks on the performances and then taking such actions to ensure the development of a trusted hospital. A good hospital is reflected by its workers and doctors especially while a good doctor is a reflection of a good manager who successfully managed his workers.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">I had an exam. It was the final paper for the Endocrinology module. Well, I guess it went quite well although I had only started revising the materials the day before. That’s so not cool. Adding more to the un-cool-ness, I accidentally watched a movie the night before. Yep, accidentally. It was an underrated movie entitled IF ONLY.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">Something beautiful about the movie, is that we can't fight fate. What to happen is what had been written. We may get it slightly change or different in order, but we can't escape fate. Simply, it's going to happen either way.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">Okay. Enough with the movie and the accents and the hedonism craps. Back to the day, I took a cab headed to Mujamma’ Amman Jadid (a bus station). From there, I would take the hospital bus to KAUH. My examination hall is just nearby the university hospital. Along my way to the bus station, I did a little chat with the polite cab driver. And just for the record, I’ve just realized it’s been a long time since I last made a moving conversation with a taxi driver.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">Please note that the conversation took place in Arabic. So this is just a well-written translation. Haha.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>How are you? How’s your health?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Oh I’m fine, thank you. I’m good. How are you?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I’ve been good. When are you going back to Indonesia?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Oh no, I’m from Malaysia.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Oh well, are you going back to Malaysia?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Maybe next year. I don’t quite sure.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>What do you study?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Medicine.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Oh great. If you are to be married, will it be a Malaysian girl or Jordanian?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>UH-UH? Oh I certainly haven’t given any thought about that but most probably a Malaysian.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Why? Why would you not choose a Jordanian?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Well simply because I’m from Malaysia, I am a Malaysian. It’s easier regarding the cultural stuffs I guess.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>That’s not a problem. You should be considering marrying a Jordanian. Do you already have a special girlfriend among the Malaysians here?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>A solid no.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>What is lover in your language?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Oh in Malay ea? Erm... Kekasih?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Kekashi? Kecashi? It sure is dificult.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>No it's not. Arabic is far more difficult than Malay.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>So you must have a lover right now. In Malaysia maybe.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Neither here, nor in Malaysia.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Seriously? You should be taking steps right now. What year are you in right now?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>I’m currently in my third year.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>That’s old enough. So I say you’ll be getting married in no time?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>No I’m not. I mean, I haven’t thought about it seriously. I’ve never popped that question in my mind before. In the future maybe. I don’t know yet.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>In your fourth year then? Next year?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>No. I didn’t plan for it to happen in near time.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Fifth year then?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>No. I’m barely a matured man. I’m still studying. If it were to happen, the closest it will be is most probably after graduating. I’m in no thought of marrying somebody while studying.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Well I pray for you then. Although I do think you should be getting married right now.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Oh that’s very kind of you. Let Allah decides. God knows better. Well what about you? Are you married?</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Yes I am. I have 2 daughters and a son.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Oh praise to Allah. My pray for your happiness.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Thank you. Praise to Allah.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span">The conversation ended when we reached the bus station. The point is, I really don’t have an idea on why did he keep on pushing me to marry a Jordanian girl. He sure is persistent. lol. And so do you know, I translated the conversation in my way of writing. So it’s kind of overly written but the contents are the same, no added plot nor deleted scene. I just did a little touch up on the linguistic part. My Arabic wasn’t that good. Haha.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>KAUH : King Abdullah University Hospital</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>stumble on tomorrow,</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>tripped over today.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>promised that tomorrow,</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><i>be different than today.</i></span></div>
MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-75000773616652860992010-10-29T15:34:00.000+02:002016-01-13T20:48:51.470+02:00teenager NO MORE!<br />
<span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">There are times that walk from you,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">Like some passing afternoon.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Times have been flying, and I’ve been ridiculous.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">It’s been 2 decades, and it all amounts to nothing.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">What did I do?</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">No, really.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">What have I done actually?</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The truth to be told and I ended up silent.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The damsel in distress and I ended up running away from a fight.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The words to be read and I ended up counting the letters.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The times to be surpassed and I ended up being left behind.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">There are names to be remembered,</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">There are books to be read,</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">There are people to be in acquaintance,</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">There are numbers to be counted,</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">There are dreams to be achieved,</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">There are obligations to be completed.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">And now,</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">I’ve been worrying my life away.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">There is today,</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">So why should I wait for tomorrow?</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">There is now,</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">So why would I wait for later?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">Every minute,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">Every hour,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">Every day,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">Every moment,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">We share together,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">Is even better than the moment before.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">If every day was as good as the day was,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">Then I can’t wait ‘till tomorrow comes.</span><br />
<br />MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-5674112426679177982010-10-07T15:22:00.005+03:002016-01-13T20:50:27.700+02:00untitled - it's BLURRED actually<br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">I must have seen these words somewhere on the internet because I can’t seem to find a trace. I just don't remember where. Nicely written.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;">Modern mentality is not what we see today. It is what we saw, about 1400 years ago. Careful, as we have been drifted too far away indulging in this so-called 'modern' world that we forgot about the correct way of perceiving things.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">I obviously don't have any idea of what to be posted on this cobwebbed blog.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> I'm on study leave starting today. Damn it, I have an exam on 12th but I've wasted all my frigging days over something unworthy. Please. Make my days worth waking up for. It’s the edge of time. Okay, I’m exaggerating.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">The night goes into morning,</span><br />
<span style="color: #ffff99; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;">Just another day.</span><br />
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<br />MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-18509355809187199122010-07-11T01:04:00.004+03:002016-01-13T20:51:38.632+02:00summer trip : DAY 11<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #ffff99; font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">:: THE END ::</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">That morning, I once again had to reluctantly skip the breakfast prepared at the hotel. The ticket we booked back to Paris was going to be leaving Brussels at 7.15 am. Breakfast usually started at 7.30 am up ‘till 10.00 am. I planned on eating the instant noodles before checking out of the room. But we woke up late that morning. We were supposed to be meeting the girls downstairs at the receptionist at 6.30 am. When I opened my eyes, it was already 6.30 am. I managed to take a shower and rushed everything. Thank God I’ve already packed most things the night before.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Anyway, we were not that late. The hotel is not too far from the main station. When we arrived at the station, we had to wait for a couple of minutes before allowed to enter the train. I had a cappuccino that morning. It was great. I guess better than the espresso I had the day before. The journey back to Paris took us about an hour. I spent most of the time reading ‘Home’ as I couldn’t get myself asleep after the cappuccino I drank before. Besides, it was a little bit awkward sitting in front of the girls. The seats were arranged facing each other. That was awkward wasn’t it? Haha.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Arrived at Gare du Nord, Paris, we waited until afternoon to move to the airport. We didn’t have anything actually at the station; we just thought it was too early to get to the airport at morning since our flight was gonna be at 3.30 pm. At 11.00 am, we took the RER train straight to the airport. Upon arrival, the check-in counter hadn’t been opened yet. Yet another waiting.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">On the plane, we had a special request dinner. I mean, we’ve already requested the Muslims meal when we booked the ticket online. It was better than the first one we had when we flew to Paris before. A fish meal!!! Fishes are blessed that they never fail to make my day gaiety. LOL.<br /><br />There was kind of a situation inside the cabin. I was too focusing on the meal that I didn’t notice it involved a passenger seating in front of me. When I finally realized, few people were onto something, the passenger was already taken into the business class compartment. I asked Danial but he was busy watching the movie being played. I think somebody got sick. Then there was an announcement from the pilot (I think so) informing a presence of a doctor boarding. That was it. I don’t really get what he meant by that. I supposed he meant anybody feeling sick could consult the doctor we’ve got on the plane.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">The flight reached Larnaca, Cyprus around 8.30 pm. I witnessed a mouth fight while waiting in the line to retrieve my next boarding pass at the connecting flight area. An old man was mad at how the woman at the counter ignoring the passengers going to Amman, prioritizing the passengers going to Beirut. I too was sent to the next counter when I mentioned my destination at the first counter. But listening to her reason, it was quite acceptable actually. The flight to Beirut would be leaving in a short time and I didn’t want to be the cause of any delayed flight or worse, of anybody missing the flight. That is just intolerable.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">That words quarrel just brought me to realize that I was approaching Jordan or the land of Arabs. It was even closer when the flight to Amman was opened for boarding. I’ve never seen people crowded at the gate to enter the plane. But they were indeed. I well understood the flight was delayed like more than an hour, but couldn’t it be more civilized to just make a line in front of the gate. If this is their identity, I couldn’t agree more that they should start to find a new identity which should be more Islamic and civilized. All I’m asking is manners. Doesn’t Islam thought us about akhlak?</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">We’ve already contacted Abdullah asking for his help to arrange a transport from the airport back to Irbid. It went smooth and we reached Irbid safely. We paid Abu Seif as agreed.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">No other words.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Alhamdulillah…</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">I would like to thank everybody involved in this travel. Well especially my travel mate, Danial. We had a great time, didn't we?</span><br />
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<span style="color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Some people would not recommend Europe as a place to have distinct and unique cultural experiences. It’s kind of true actually. Asia is more like it. I would recommend Europe as a place to approach people as people rather than as cultural representatives. It’s an approach of a life in a different kind of world. Well, not literally. This is just my two cents after visiting just 5 out of 50 countries in Europe. Errr, Turkey is considered one right? Heh.</span></div>
MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-37299497912411558212010-07-05T15:06:00.006+03:002011-02-05T13:36:20.435+02:00summer trip : DAY 10<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:arial;">QUOTING; GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN, BAD GIRLS GO TO AMSTERDAM</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was so reluctant to skip the prepared breakfast at the hotel. It was included in the hotel bill for it to matter much. But the girls were insisting to go out early before the breakfast time. The officer at the ticket counter told us the earliest train would be at 6.14 am. If we miss it, the train would be available hourly for the next hours for the whole day. The thought we had in mind was to maximize the time we’ve got in Amsterdam as the ticket would be available just for a day. In other words, we had only a day to visit Amsterdam.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">We bought a special weekend ticket for each of us. We could just pick any time we want to leave and we could go back to Brussels also at any time within a definite time. It was cheaper after all.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was 5.30 in the morning. We left the hotel for the main station, Gare du Midi. I think Midi stands for middle. We searched for any train to Amsterdam leaving Brussels at 6.14 am. There was none on the screen. The earliest train going to Amsterdam would be at 7.14 am. We waited ‘till the train information office opened. I went and asked about the ticket I bought. The woman confirmed it was the train at 7.14 am. So I found myself a place to get a nap. Before leaving, I got myself a cup of espresso. That was my first coffee in Europe and that caused me unsleeping through the almost 3 hours journey to Amsterdam.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">We made it to Amsterdam, Netherlands. The journey in the train was beautiful. Not that the train brought the beautifulness. It was the scenery along the way especially when approaching Amsterdam. It was somewhere at the outskirts of Amsterdam. Green pastures. Prairies wind. Mottled cows. Watery canals. Colorful petals. Aligned trees. Cottage houses.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">I couldn’t help myself mumbling words from the song Over the Rainbow. I’ve listened to 3 versions of the song. It was like a theme song for that journey. Heh. I had the Kamakawiwoʻole’s version in my phone. So I kept on listening to the song throughout the journey.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">At first when arrived, we couldn’t find any tourist centre. So we stopped by at a book shop looking for any travel guide. I found a novel I’ve been looking in Malaysia and Jordan. The Diary of A Young Girl : Anne Frank. It was a definitive edition. But anyway, I bought it. It was after we went out of the pretty station that we finally found a Tourists Information Office. They didn’t give us any free city map; luckily we’ve got the travel guide book. The lady at the counter gave us recommendations on how to spend a day in Amsterdam. We asked for any suggested routes. We then asked her how to get to the windmills which are popular in Netherlands.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">We took bus 91 to Zaanse Schans. It is a peaceful village. The scenery is amazing. It has a collection of well-preserved historic windmills and houses. There is also a place where we can see how cheeses are made. Netherlands is after all popular with cheese apart from windmills, tulips and wooden clogs.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGw-KQtkWtIPmeJ8TBIQ9c5lzQmb_we9EjFPzaHOsPSKBBs-WviJTl8Oo55AOzfl8MNtHLwa5Xq65ED5r7qEm8IXjPf_aGFpTFmK_B7vSCzmzIOENLNzAligZk1EswXkOrOsKLced7kvtX/s1600/P6270521.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGw-KQtkWtIPmeJ8TBIQ9c5lzQmb_we9EjFPzaHOsPSKBBs-WviJTl8Oo55AOzfl8MNtHLwa5Xq65ED5r7qEm8IXjPf_aGFpTFmK_B7vSCzmzIOENLNzAligZk1EswXkOrOsKLced7kvtX/s400/P6270521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490412951279964498" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9qEUF0uHHxe5OVZkXW2NDh7RldyjTsr4stmC1fBAHbWRQQwFvgmKWlRQbMhG52KSO0-fHDwJEpf6JnqH1lWF1T7geMjSxKjdDlqhpjZPZ-M8kkMJGkOlAmheIdDZEZ1CIQhwAnzFRpl_/s1600/P6270528.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu9qEUF0uHHxe5OVZkXW2NDh7RldyjTsr4stmC1fBAHbWRQQwFvgmKWlRQbMhG52KSO0-fHDwJEpf6JnqH1lWF1T7geMjSxKjdDlqhpjZPZ-M8kkMJGkOlAmheIdDZEZ1CIQhwAnzFRpl_/s400/P6270528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490412954487557874" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8jFeA_LRMMCdvafJeQO0eodMRJkepMJpwTaG5ttk-Pf57VxuY3DfFNbEdGdfQ4z09m3LQbBe2QlQTOOQAjGzj-oFZD4gJxpM970RiMJPk6Uzx0pj78NQLth4MPW6nB8Pd30g5zGFNErK/s1600/P6270539.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG8jFeA_LRMMCdvafJeQO0eodMRJkepMJpwTaG5ttk-Pf57VxuY3DfFNbEdGdfQ4z09m3LQbBe2QlQTOOQAjGzj-oFZD4gJxpM970RiMJPk6Uzx0pj78NQLth4MPW6nB8Pd30g5zGFNErK/s400/P6270539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490412969152819202" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63tX8fzPOkt3Hdz9_gBkKZT1nqPHnmmKjQHwUA8CitHcfM_rJc6LwJkTARaXAT0C4PEUqmzBgrpj1Nlnj3Gt-i-uaGBg9jUYrOJjaEpmqtpqWqnNLqwQ0BSNMnMFaK5VUUyutJY-7Vxt3/s1600/P6270618.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi63tX8fzPOkt3Hdz9_gBkKZT1nqPHnmmKjQHwUA8CitHcfM_rJc6LwJkTARaXAT0C4PEUqmzBgrpj1Nlnj3Gt-i-uaGBg9jUYrOJjaEpmqtpqWqnNLqwQ0BSNMnMFaK5VUUyutJY-7Vxt3/s400/P6270618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490412985431925378" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4766Ueu7TEcH2XUjbF7Bjzg68EK4GWmDObOjmyllEZvn5CGZ1rNk9wazX3x9rlqMHh_oUz4JLn4yGU0ac_CzAy_rWv_ONM6ZHZLqtneGzt_uzEtiASrzooAq5fuu3V1wX62ENLvlQQB5h/s1600/P6270621.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4766Ueu7TEcH2XUjbF7Bjzg68EK4GWmDObOjmyllEZvn5CGZ1rNk9wazX3x9rlqMHh_oUz4JLn4yGU0ac_CzAy_rWv_ONM6ZHZLqtneGzt_uzEtiASrzooAq5fuu3V1wX62ENLvlQQB5h/s400/P6270621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490414358473014210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">After that, we went back to the central station and started walking throughout the city. The city’s spirit is embodied in its canals and waterways, spanned by many beautiful bridges, and with elegant houses.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQa-JLAjt9OUGJst4OSpz_D2M9MCYsmoNrbwt30vMME8BGQEk1Ot7fxpvcdNwSi_z07gejcl0lKfisFFCAHuBUIO3ZW2E7EqBwRLaGN3ewEYaG0RAc1iUJM9Db7HmoZHZmh_gofjUPLOtC/s1600/P6260510.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQa-JLAjt9OUGJst4OSpz_D2M9MCYsmoNrbwt30vMME8BGQEk1Ot7fxpvcdNwSi_z07gejcl0lKfisFFCAHuBUIO3ZW2E7EqBwRLaGN3ewEYaG0RAc1iUJM9Db7HmoZHZmh_gofjUPLOtC/s400/P6260510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490412944917293330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">We passed by the National Statue, Madame Tussaud, Bloemenmarkt which is a floating flower market (or actually used to be) and many other monuments and buildings.<br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoiIZrXaTg9R2uQnCjmwYnQwdqPzQixt8wwAdQ9N6Lxum9ppjMVvJuTF7wlMLJZul4KWNtQvymQgtEedysPkqb2S6baNWZpDMOAfH_2clwJwmdGlDusw8f8nRCfSuD-hxQHM75g6FR7cQX/s1600/P6270684.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jH7lLKJova8QsGWyoAwphhuStx7ld_kstmejuPLdvZ4ZnzNZqDKzyNmh_WYfg8xempYk_d6nZIzF7UJBSclJ_ljiEMP3Y3B8rozwCt9eQ-nlbrfRsVgngEznWQR7tP8HHcre4g8J5ZZ8/s400/P6270675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490414379612239074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">We were freaking tired that we decided to just head for our last destination and then find a place for praying. It was Museum Plein, where it has the big words saying ‘I amsterdam.’</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2OXo1wwihQORXEqz1soJqpPTw3CFxOW5XtlUzJ1Yq5QTD0v7kWhHQT1YklReNq3T36hr7w-MBF8oNnA1jtlFof9GvO2ySCvoqHG9VZseCnUywlMh8gsE6QHh3utIs-XkA9cLDZaCdsCG/s1600/P6270707.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix2OXo1wwihQORXEqz1soJqpPTw3CFxOW5XtlUzJ1Yq5QTD0v7kWhHQT1YklReNq3T36hr7w-MBF8oNnA1jtlFof9GvO2ySCvoqHG9VZseCnUywlMh8gsE6QHh3utIs-XkA9cLDZaCdsCG/s400/P6270707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490415678398294386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">I’ve read that Netherlands has about 300 mosques so we were intended to find one. We asked a kind guy at a souvenirs shop for the direction to any nearby mosque. We reached the street where the mosque supposed to be at. We blurred a while as we couldn’t see any building close enough to resemble a mosque. It is a Turkish mosque. So we thought it must be like a small praying room in any building on the street. We were looking for any Turks to ask for the mosque. Thank God suddenly two guys passed by greeted us with Salam. They must’ve noticed the girls with scarf that they were confident to greet us. We replied and they introduced themselves as Umar and Murad. They are Turks. I was so grateful that they greeted us in the middle of nowhere.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">So they brought us to a big mosque. It is not a single building. But it is great enough that it has like 2 small towers above it. There is a moon symbol up there. They told us it was a church about 30 years ago. The people of Netherlands though claimed to have faith in Christianity; they didn’t really have a strong relation with the church. The Netherlands is one of the most secular countries in Western Europe. Therefore, Muslims applied for turning the churches into mosques. They succeed since the Christians didn’t seem really care about the church.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">This mosque we visited was once one of those churches turned into mosques. With drastically growing Muslims population in Netherlands, more and more churches were turned into mosques. There are about a million of Muslims in Netherlands currently as been told by him.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">He also told us that Amsterdam is famous for its coffee which has marijuana in it. I was surprised. It is indeed true. The country is like a country of free wills. You can do anything you want around here. Drugs and pornographies can be found widely in the city. That’s just bad for any kids who happen to enter the shops as these things are also being sold in any regular shops like souvenir shops. I think Netherlands is the first country to legalize gay marriages. We can found the special needs for this community as in Gay City Map, Gay Tourists Centre, Gay Guide Book, Gay Information Centre and many others. I was shocked by the fact that this country is free as hell. Human rights as people always say.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">Back to the mosque, it is indeed a large mosque. It was a church once for a matter of fact. After performing our obligations, one of the guys (I couldn’t remember which is which – I think it was Murad) offered us his car to take us to the central station where we would take the train back to Brussels. But we didn’t want to trouble him any longer, so we just took a tram.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyqlfpJ1nQmDQ0nwiDDshsn5kgv6UKqGwGNb0rpS1PFbaryRM1Y4fL4xTIHL0e1i5R2eTmOUAobvjgQl2KFVxTITbZGiL2tN6njtfckRIgS-JqzcPes4iV63-LXQAQkuYPDcnyMwaGwwji/s1600/P6270737.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyqlfpJ1nQmDQ0nwiDDshsn5kgv6UKqGwGNb0rpS1PFbaryRM1Y4fL4xTIHL0e1i5R2eTmOUAobvjgQl2KFVxTITbZGiL2tN6njtfckRIgS-JqzcPes4iV63-LXQAQkuYPDcnyMwaGwwji/s400/P6270737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490415664059631858" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QF5jzOERvjanEml0pDfOU6G0_-UGahreVTeV63qiOc9XLCJIzmPUa2ZjbkyDyYaOB5eHFxIQxS_ejEAbt-kK_rHEg9RXCtO15ALVM-furSNYrk5uUC6MdzS_Za8UXISM8odOiOsnmvbZ/s1600/P6270738.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QF5jzOERvjanEml0pDfOU6G0_-UGahreVTeV63qiOc9XLCJIzmPUa2ZjbkyDyYaOB5eHFxIQxS_ejEAbt-kK_rHEg9RXCtO15ALVM-furSNYrk5uUC6MdzS_Za8UXISM8odOiOsnmvbZ/s400/P6270738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490415654373710930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">One after another. It was indeed God’s help. The tram driver gave us a free ride. I glanced at him. Seemed like Malay to me. But he spoke English. Anyway, God bless him. We thanked him and he said, “Next time.” Oh and I believe we passed by an R-rated museum while in the tram. Yeah I saw a board written on it Sex Museum. I can’t imagine what they have inside it. Haha.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;">We took the last train to Brussels that day, at 8.54 pm. It was almost 12.00 am when we arrived. I was damn tired. The next day would be the journey of coming back to Jordan. So our vacation was approaching its end. Throughout this summer trip, I found many cyclers around the city. It is indeed a good choice to ride a bicycle to have a tour around any city in summer. I was hoping to experience once too if I ever come back to Europe again. I had an intention to rent a bicycle while in Belgium and Amsterdam, but I thought it was ridiculous since I wasn’t traveling alone. Heh.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGjUV9bNXotvR_c-RCF1Dn8xyk7xEPbm36hZCZHiLlMwPNeNIU2eM595plhm4NxoO9OfW9H6PhoCPpm9QkHlihkKqG_7zQ6GGvWUiCwZrOaX0Ho09NmCIDPW_qIgzbqBmur3DgjUR-jSS/s1600/P6270667.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGjUV9bNXotvR_c-RCF1Dn8xyk7xEPbm36hZCZHiLlMwPNeNIU2eM595plhm4NxoO9OfW9H6PhoCPpm9QkHlihkKqG_7zQ6GGvWUiCwZrOaX0Ho09NmCIDPW_qIgzbqBmur3DgjUR-jSS/s400/P6270667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490414370229156690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;">to be continued...</span><br /></div></div>MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-8949428254768195282010-07-04T18:52:00.008+03:002010-07-21T23:58:12.697+03:00summer trip : DAY 09<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"><span style="font-family:arial;">IN BRUGES</span></span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">It was the second day for a visit in Belgium, or our third day actually upon arrival. We had our breakfast at the hotel and went out soon finished. Today, we were going to visit a little distance city from Brussels, Bruges. Bruges is best known for its canals through the city, thus commonly known as The Venice of The North. Cruising is very popular in Bruges. The historic centre is a prominent World Heritage Site of UNESCO. Located in the northwest of Belgium, it’s the largest city in the Flemish region of the country.</span></span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZuGhpYkzDCNBSaPi0tT8GoW7KcHFgUGNejljXfQkVUZurjB88TaE-uBTK6rNcX10oXv0B6LFZ4NxBg75zG6Wi0X213ZLUHmHnynpR5NS0gMAZnfJukpEKzaUGzPjyVSuP1p-RaTx022k4/s1600/P6250764.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZuGhpYkzDCNBSaPi0tT8GoW7KcHFgUGNejljXfQkVUZurjB88TaE-uBTK6rNcX10oXv0B6LFZ4NxBg75zG6Wi0X213ZLUHmHnynpR5NS0gMAZnfJukpEKzaUGzPjyVSuP1p-RaTx022k4/s400/P6250764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490090832507543858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We walked to the train station, Gare du Midi and bought the ticket to Bruges. It took us an hour from Brussels to Bruges. We arrived at the main station in Bruges at 9.30 am. The tourist information centre was not opened yet, so I just bought a guide book and walked out of the station to the Minnewater or the Lake of Love. It’s famous for its romantic environment with canals and swans. Just beautiful. Greenery, water and houses blend in perfect harmony in this oasis of peace and cannot fail to enchant the numerous visitors.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HVP54VbldgMBLsxygJp-agFS5nF2q-VjddBvGb5msSONNEg4kGJITgfPmxw0JkUrH1p53r9338Xtq-MdvhN23MibTIjySFhJw_oECsOZzQak4Ip7jAnNy9tFvfvPqyW3HnP5swP65ZTF/s1600/P6250715.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4HVP54VbldgMBLsxygJp-agFS5nF2q-VjddBvGb5msSONNEg4kGJITgfPmxw0JkUrH1p53r9338Xtq-MdvhN23MibTIjySFhJw_oECsOZzQak4Ip7jAnNy9tFvfvPqyW3HnP5swP65ZTF/s400/P6250715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490087190187671698" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnkRRRsybw5GWkbvW3l7otAUyr_1Pye-ctfxXBpepCpNlA5pGM_AzLqWSDJ_NJSgyf3P5NWAB_oKKnMN0emiqfzW0ZKdip9zSaOzWolHRQgPJLJnhMXyq_IHQSKDc8t_C1mMT2fKEkOtM/s1600/P6260914.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPnkRRRsybw5GWkbvW3l7otAUyr_1Pye-ctfxXBpepCpNlA5pGM_AzLqWSDJ_NJSgyf3P5NWAB_oKKnMN0emiqfzW0ZKdip9zSaOzWolHRQgPJLJnhMXyq_IHQSKDc8t_C1mMT2fKEkOtM/s400/P6260914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490095872950046850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Bruges is just like Brussels in the way that we can just walk from a place to another place for sightseeing. Nothing much except the canals it has which make Bruges more special. We followed the suggested routes in the book and walked around the city ‘till we found the traditional nostalgic (as claimed) windmills. Of many windmills once stood along the city walls, only 3 left. But we just found 2. The other one was said to have been turned into a museum. We took a rest there and then went back to the station.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtW69p7pch_mlZTVNsvu1DluLwYgHrw1XkZOqssjhH7zB-UZKWjkd0D4GubT4j6Lls4TLkMswUfs-V_1QwLGUeMRhH-zIyAi8yo1J8wWxDyFwNfnhYXcr3w4DTUNIhjGSN9Ht8ON2DAmdx/s1600/P6260793.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtW69p7pch_mlZTVNsvu1DluLwYgHrw1XkZOqssjhH7zB-UZKWjkd0D4GubT4j6Lls4TLkMswUfs-V_1QwLGUeMRhH-zIyAi8yo1J8wWxDyFwNfnhYXcr3w4DTUNIhjGSN9Ht8ON2DAmdx/s400/P6260793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490093407647824226" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgevUjRggyT30EHXkUlDA99dKvyIAsFUiLx3D9gSqCWj_8dLolRqlXkNQUSRPxngUDxeo8iQNG0OINNff1zKk72WzYQK0or56B8XSVE7etBOvK0ZVI6gxbZAuPhiGP63auFGNqDiOlJPIuW/s1600/P6260788.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgevUjRggyT30EHXkUlDA99dKvyIAsFUiLx3D9gSqCWj_8dLolRqlXkNQUSRPxngUDxeo8iQNG0OINNff1zKk72WzYQK0or56B8XSVE7etBOvK0ZVI6gxbZAuPhiGP63auFGNqDiOlJPIuW/s400/P6260788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490093395423650946" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6-oiVi99HFK_Og_B_MHMsIAhS85MFzl4pNsbJGZlbHc_dtULxOfy1Xi1qvriB9lyHimFwKJS3eO7aa0rLDty3sm0R8o0gORnZ9o6xCClEUtv68Bh8Szu9K3yhUu6lyluCpHZKXcW0lUj/s1600/P6260807.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6-oiVi99HFK_Og_B_MHMsIAhS85MFzl4pNsbJGZlbHc_dtULxOfy1Xi1qvriB9lyHimFwKJS3eO7aa0rLDty3sm0R8o0gORnZ9o6xCClEUtv68Bh8Szu9K3yhUu6lyluCpHZKXcW0lUj/s400/P6260807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490093414812239170" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYe4_Ini7BpJrHUxuNazfyAVnbDQ1DvXR6YqL_f48zCllxnVsqeGxaUpp6I5fWxHv42yjaRmiblVM_F2Vo34_N5PaeIfZRBNCRGJwwDHacPLW7Maz1JodFeydDQ6UQHmt_a5a11Dp_jJw-/s1600/P6260813.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYe4_Ini7BpJrHUxuNazfyAVnbDQ1DvXR6YqL_f48zCllxnVsqeGxaUpp6I5fWxHv42yjaRmiblVM_F2Vo34_N5PaeIfZRBNCRGJwwDHacPLW7Maz1JodFeydDQ6UQHmt_a5a11Dp_jJw-/s400/P6260813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490093424070145842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Other places we visited in Bruges including the famous Church of Our Lady, the Belfort Tower which holds the pride of the Belgians as the French proud of their Eiffel Tower, the Basilica of the Holy Blood which claimed to house an urn containing drops of Christ’s blood and many others. There are also some museums but we didn’t really concern to enter any museum at the moment.<br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAczx7rI4y__CERRH1T9ujGnW6o38qPTLRhIjJox_JH5rTyTCl5kFrW8vYSjGn_1KBC41m71W_XMLzHzwLGPLXBt6l390qLTVJWwIJVniWYH2DiR5hw37tc8pScho4wL35sIc7KYJLmcPk/s1600/P6250763.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAczx7rI4y__CERRH1T9ujGnW6o38qPTLRhIjJox_JH5rTyTCl5kFrW8vYSjGn_1KBC41m71W_XMLzHzwLGPLXBt6l390qLTVJWwIJVniWYH2DiR5hw37tc8pScho4wL35sIc7KYJLmcPk/s400/P6250763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490090818911850946" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_2PsRnKvg83YXHMshcDLbxiLpWDj2NLpWfAfE2IKB7Mw9LavrgmNisrjq_9l2XsZi8r7k00oZXiFNIUIP1mAIHE01dK07R9XC-XCk56dfO1SAnaT506cgqCiitM0wrkuRzo8RIJpewgN/s1600/P6250760.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_2PsRnKvg83YXHMshcDLbxiLpWDj2NLpWfAfE2IKB7Mw9LavrgmNisrjq_9l2XsZi8r7k00oZXiFNIUIP1mAIHE01dK07R9XC-XCk56dfO1SAnaT506cgqCiitM0wrkuRzo8RIJpewgN/s400/P6250760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490090812345279314" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQP6nHEDGU1HtpT5wDn6avC76GlmSBIOEoGgRrx-LpywuFqZlJVjSGCS_nnf0W2eUmQWsN6IeF0l6kaJF3Z3g-orViraaqgoH8i1jO-oS1SMmEdBuVHYDCYB-EeT4lVMqy1csvb1Y_ap4A/s1600/P6250753.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQP6nHEDGU1HtpT5wDn6avC76GlmSBIOEoGgRrx-LpywuFqZlJVjSGCS_nnf0W2eUmQWsN6IeF0l6kaJF3Z3g-orViraaqgoH8i1jO-oS1SMmEdBuVHYDCYB-EeT4lVMqy1csvb1Y_ap4A/s400/P6250753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490087219177619042" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwEGD1x0M2d4MBfjZ0F0RMjcKAMrTB7NxIkEWG7Xk7AXsSCsfjTcbwnw826C3Gf4CJsRu5Jnp0V82X-ktw5YOkrJCKN9WV3Di9gJnbeBHsdA-EnwIoKEgDFZcH7rrvOThmR5Uk1A1usUnf/s1600/P6250748.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwEGD1x0M2d4MBfjZ0F0RMjcKAMrTB7NxIkEWG7Xk7AXsSCsfjTcbwnw826C3Gf4CJsRu5Jnp0V82X-ktw5YOkrJCKN9WV3Di9gJnbeBHsdA-EnwIoKEgDFZcH7rrvOThmR5Uk1A1usUnf/s400/P6250748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490087209507304226" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLfJbpaGLewKVrR6PK4RrWnUb5p-6p_AT8D6W4O0f2gLENObQDIClNvdH6RqnaVQNFRvc8dPlEJkpdQN2G5-rB9C1EqoM-eKvnNV6ncZ4likjX5OxNDLOtkLpVmFb7e-XEZBRAk6SsK2X/s1600/P6250733.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVLfJbpaGLewKVrR6PK4RrWnUb5p-6p_AT8D6W4O0f2gLENObQDIClNvdH6RqnaVQNFRvc8dPlEJkpdQN2G5-rB9C1EqoM-eKvnNV6ncZ4likjX5OxNDLOtkLpVmFb7e-XEZBRAk6SsK2X/s400/P6250733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490087200558677586" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We went by the Beguinage on our way back to the station. The place is very beautiful and peace. More beautiful than Minnewater.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimA3n1dxK5rrH1horOhQUUcXNF7SKKrGzi5FrL2YoAyF61asgncoYVTzZRbnga-rY0tOsCIVw340_U406HScJtRXNlnb3qusES7TyucyqvonEml8H5dZoJKPYNp0owXCSBSPdWVngSmADK/s1600/DSC04123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimA3n1dxK5rrH1horOhQUUcXNF7SKKrGzi5FrL2YoAyF61asgncoYVTzZRbnga-rY0tOsCIVw340_U406HScJtRXNlnb3qusES7TyucyqvonEml8H5dZoJKPYNp0owXCSBSPdWVngSmADK/s400/DSC04123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490087182620198242" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPdVs_4i9_tSrq4Ye0lVYmrs1wmiCBBZus2wM1qQoNXkb3b2sNkzi1T5aMPXgMnfw1WVyU9YIywZqkDJSfrTiVICsUam-Rt2u-Q8sCo-9FEu53TD7f4408JBcHryrt16Ah-Fo0tMeXB8n/s1600/P6260880.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGPdVs_4i9_tSrq4Ye0lVYmrs1wmiCBBZus2wM1qQoNXkb3b2sNkzi1T5aMPXgMnfw1WVyU9YIywZqkDJSfrTiVICsUam-Rt2u-Q8sCo-9FEu53TD7f4408JBcHryrt16Ah-Fo0tMeXB8n/s400/P6260880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490095840479101026" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71FIvf1GRpcvibiPJY5AKHQvvMw2wWvhmR4TEhPLkh6MAVosaFL3ApO5eRsYOSxMSZMbPxbYP6WRjDPPCbjZhwpO4I-09d-0gj2ZOnhVrGfFw4bmXik4gbXPa9stEj73BJ3aIe11QVPVy/s1600/P6260904.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71FIvf1GRpcvibiPJY5AKHQvvMw2wWvhmR4TEhPLkh6MAVosaFL3ApO5eRsYOSxMSZMbPxbYP6WRjDPPCbjZhwpO4I-09d-0gj2ZOnhVrGfFw4bmXik4gbXPa9stEj73BJ3aIe11QVPVy/s400/P6260904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490095859015841234" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ySxo8YQ63Ib_FjQFm90kkvHZqlpZh5AFFi3Vr08wm-piYyJ81v9BiYzp3n9MrMYfzkeZFqiZQMhKwgB_6fB49A8XVzDim06snaxOH2yBl2U1z6WibtQVhnTiPghgmKUhlGSqeagyEbTX/s1600/P6260889.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ySxo8YQ63Ib_FjQFm90kkvHZqlpZh5AFFi3Vr08wm-piYyJ81v9BiYzp3n9MrMYfzkeZFqiZQMhKwgB_6fB49A8XVzDim06snaxOH2yBl2U1z6WibtQVhnTiPghgmKUhlGSqeagyEbTX/s400/P6260889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490095849951726770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We went back to Brussels main railway station and surveyed the price of a return ticket to Amsterdam, Netherlands since we have another one remaining day. It was the girls’ idea. Danial and I were just following. I pitied Danial though since he economically didn’t prepare for visiting any other countries apart from France and Belgium. Me neither, but I fortunately brought some extra money just in case.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The fact that we settled Belgium in 2 days was just abrupt. A day in Brussels and another day in Bruges. The remaining one day was reserved for Amsterdam, Netherlands. It was a sudden plan and decision. Anyway, I was hoping to enjoy precious moments in Amsterdam for what it’s worth. I was starting to miss my room in Irbid for a matter of fact. Oh, that was so irritating.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We finished our tour around Bruges early that day. The evening was free as hell. Danial was too tired of walking that he slept all that evening. 2 days in Belgium was in fact 2 days of walking. I myself didn’t find myself to wanting to sleep. That evening at around 8.00 pm, I went out alone to the Grand Place. I indeed enjoy walking alone. Heh. Danial stayed at the hotel. I enjoyed the crowds and the atmosphere. So I thought I would do some shopping at the Grand Place. I bought a shirt written on it BRUSSELS.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLm0fGeFxrK7YUr08jFUQSnG6f6cXOm4zg5E8nK-8bueX1ilyNo1v8PvkXc88SJlJ0PZSQe0fc80EDDzFSnnaX3GR4bOLNnjShaqRoHP6bGVRaDUYk6TFxIZ-6BTS0Wqa6-cnpz8eLYMJz/s1600/P6260474.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLm0fGeFxrK7YUr08jFUQSnG6f6cXOm4zg5E8nK-8bueX1ilyNo1v8PvkXc88SJlJ0PZSQe0fc80EDDzFSnnaX3GR4bOLNnjShaqRoHP6bGVRaDUYk6TFxIZ-6BTS0Wqa6-cnpz8eLYMJz/s400/P6260474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490090841423303298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aqsrgCRLouhdYgzbqN4pGvM63HgnRZ4-5dw0Q_hfJnb0QVRZ549GF_0oPGygitiiQ_dF-DXs3t4T6mzBJDGovThJY5YbFcQiqbdIxmA7VdHjDXJ8UlgfzU-dGAPrKT5NBkUePdaSVnbM/s1600/DSC03995.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3aqsrgCRLouhdYgzbqN4pGvM63HgnRZ4-5dw0Q_hfJnb0QVRZ549GF_0oPGygitiiQ_dF-DXs3t4T6mzBJDGovThJY5YbFcQiqbdIxmA7VdHjDXJ8UlgfzU-dGAPrKT5NBkUePdaSVnbM/s400/DSC03995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490156118574814498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Then I went into a chocolate shop, Leonidas. I was hoping to buy just a small piece of chocolate to get a taste of the local chocolates. But then I was surprised with the numbering system inside the store. It has a concept of pick-what-you-want-and-we-will-pack-them-for-you. I came across a name of Pick & Pack. How was it? No matter. I would have to wait for the others to finish their businesses ‘till I can pay for my chosen chocolate. So I decided to leave for another shop. The one that attracted me was the one I bought a box of chocolates for my family yesterday evening. It was Guylian. It has a fountain of chocolate. I went in and a nice guy greeted me politely.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><blockquote><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >“Hello Sir. How can I help you? Is it something for anyone else or just for yourself?”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >“Hello. I just want to have a taste of any local chocolate. I mean, for myself.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />“Well I can suggest you this one.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />He pointed at a small box written on it Guylian.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />“It has 3 chocolates in it, or you can buy the one with 6 in it.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />“Oh this one tastes good right?”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />“Absolutely. I would say seashells from Guylian are the best.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />“These are all from Belgium right? I mean, I want to have a real taste of the local chocolates.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />“Yes! Except for this one. We just sell it because it’s too famous.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />He laughed while pointing at boxes of Ferrero Rocher.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />“Oh yeah. I have this one in my country, in Malaysia.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />“You’re from Malaysia? So you’re travelling in Europe. I’m from Scotland myself and I can also find some Belgian chocolates there.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />He knew Malaysia. I was relieved with the fact that I didn’t have to explain where Malaysia is.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />“I’m a student actually. It’s holiday.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />“Oh I see. So you’re studying in Europe and you’re traveling.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Oh crap! I didn’t like this. Now I had to mention where I study.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />“Oh no. I study in Jordan. So I came to Europe from Jordan.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />There I said it. I really don’t like the Islamophobia thing. That’s so racist. Huh.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />“Oh Jordan. Well it’s not so far from Europe I guess.”</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Thank God he responded well.</span></blockquote><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >So I bought a box of 6 Guylian seashells for myself. They are named seashells just after their shapes. Again, I’ve checked the ingredients and they were okay. A shuttle would take me back to the hotel at 9.05 pm. It was getting darker. The sun was preparing for a beautiful sunset and set for a twilight. I was waiting at Mc Donald where the shuttle would be coming. There was a match between United States and a black country. I couldn’t recall which country. I think it was Ghana. Or wasn’t it? Then I heard somebody said “F**K AMERICA!” He said that few times. Haha.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I opened the box and let out a seashell. This was the moment. I would taste the claimed best chocolate in Brussels. At least that was what that Scottish told me. The minute I put it in my mouth, the seashell melted in a way I would describe as extravagant. It was so pleasant! Guylian is indeed the best chocolate I ever tasted. Belgians do know how to make good chocolates. Just delicious! I drew a smile of satisfaction recalling the chocolates I bought for my family were also the Guylian. Thank God I made a good choice yesterday. They must taste this one!</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqGkZsq4f5TaYzLRyH268pLUzpCRrd32-zmKPrK-INU0BPJl2Ln8Smyg4tWLcgXK2Bb-JbA44lU6q8ue3LWIj1Xxj_Gyg5Qo0wAkwqhuP6FujAdR07DgXY41JVHdtZFJ2YUpeaan5sKFP/s1600/P6260494.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrqGkZsq4f5TaYzLRyH268pLUzpCRrd32-zmKPrK-INU0BPJl2Ln8Smyg4tWLcgXK2Bb-JbA44lU6q8ue3LWIj1Xxj_Gyg5Qo0wAkwqhuP6FujAdR07DgXY41JVHdtZFJ2YUpeaan5sKFP/s400/P6260494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490090850474150786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I rode the shuttle and went back into my room where I found Danial already woke himself up. I handed the Guylian over him. He already tasted the Cupido. So I was hoping him to compare it to this one. There he nodded. Guylian is so much better than Cupido. He couldn’t put a word to describe the moment the seashell melted on his tongue. As for myself, Guylian is the best. The second goes to Belgian. Then Cupido. Heh.</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">to be continued...</span><br /></div>MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-61739386998921308832010-07-04T12:29:00.014+03:002010-07-06T06:39:13.131+03:00summer trip : DAY 08<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" >BRUSSELS IN ONE DAY</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The day was as sunny as yesterday, but windier. Just nice for a walk around the city. We had a little breakfast prepared downstairs at the hotel. Damn good! Heh. From the hotel, we just walked to the centre of the Brussels city as most of the attractions are located at the central area. I was thinking of taking the metro, but the receptionist suggested to just walking from the hotel. Anyway, we could save some money.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The first destination was the Grand Place. It is the city’s chief landmark. We blurred a while upon arrival. We didn’t have an idea of what that place is and what the surrounding buildings represent. We went there too early that we couldn’t see the real life there. So I went to the Tourists Information Office to ask few things. Grand Place is actually popular for the flower carpets they put in spring every year. We came in June, so we missed that celebration.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4YFzwC4ALd4z6KFvvWpEDPzG5PK2DTk_IVPVgqhpyzV_d-5IByJ2VzbYPatAZXMiDOtKeEhJpwXVGMemKfbFkKA5oodlq_J-oQXkZoY4jEXLCSjQe_mRAF7GrejpF7vLVOkTN7_oELuo/s1600/P6240595.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD4YFzwC4ALd4z6KFvvWpEDPzG5PK2DTk_IVPVgqhpyzV_d-5IByJ2VzbYPatAZXMiDOtKeEhJpwXVGMemKfbFkKA5oodlq_J-oQXkZoY4jEXLCSjQe_mRAF7GrejpF7vLVOkTN7_oELuo/s400/P6240595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490003685759876850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We later went to the famous Manneken Pis. It is a statue of a pissing boy. I’ve read few versions of the legend on the statue which I thought are like quite absurd. No matter. The city was very silent that morning. We didn’t see much people. The great thing was that we saw many Muslims along the walk. I was really proud and relieved by the fact that Muslims contributed quite a number on the population in Brussels. We saw many women covering their hair. There were also a bunch of Halal shops and restaurants.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Nov6xQjLWd8EAVQWP-NxSJ4xbH9SqjLMKszKDrY-FO-S8DqI_Wsvf0Xe0vxh6vQvpR6-cy6QKErbGiwaOPM1zod5uS_-2jftWzXE5YdbfyaxMgIKOPl0i5h2bSGjOzy5zHVa5MhTJfne/s1600/DSC03800.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Nov6xQjLWd8EAVQWP-NxSJ4xbH9SqjLMKszKDrY-FO-S8DqI_Wsvf0Xe0vxh6vQvpR6-cy6QKErbGiwaOPM1zod5uS_-2jftWzXE5YdbfyaxMgIKOPl0i5h2bSGjOzy5zHVa5MhTJfne/s400/DSC03800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490001206475328098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >From the so-called famous statue, we moved our feet to reach the Grand Sablon where the tourist officer told about how the place is quite known with chocolates. But we didn’t find any. We did see maybe two or three stores. But that was it. Nothing like a paradise of chocolates I expected it would be.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The walk didn’t go well from the beginning. We were clueless. This included our next visit to the Place Royale which is said to be a great palace. This time, we couldn’t find any entrance to the palace. So we thought it was either not opened yet or it is not opened for public visits.<br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvHa3JF8fZLDNFjjrOka_V23y4HZPWETZT0uleS9rqMzfnd8iRlzyB8JwRYqm1kf156EFQbkByLCQl8p7YSZ7-l-jMWsFD4Y6iPmQUy5xBPbLqiL_mt3-uJO1hLpr4REa0-6u7mgMUPuMx/s1600/P6240616.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvHa3JF8fZLDNFjjrOka_V23y4HZPWETZT0uleS9rqMzfnd8iRlzyB8JwRYqm1kf156EFQbkByLCQl8p7YSZ7-l-jMWsFD4Y6iPmQUy5xBPbLqiL_mt3-uJO1hLpr4REa0-6u7mgMUPuMx/s400/P6240616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490004963462140850" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Decided to move on to our next destination, we walked away from the palace and saw a beautifully designed park just beside the palace, Parc de Bruxelles. It is like a garden with many trees and an ornament fountain. We walked to the end of the park and found the Parliament just at the opposite side of the street. Our next stop was the Kathedraal. I think it is the great church of Belgium. Or so I thought. The design of the church is somehow resembles the Notre Dame in Paris. They could be related. I mean, who knows… Next, we dropped by at the Comic Museum. It was built upon the famous cartoon Tin Tin originated from Belgium. We decided not to enter the museum so moved on to our next destination.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkFG2qWo-pdSfIKuklU4vEzD2xEZ9e7kOglAdcf3Sj4Wb6FTReQOGkrt_PXsG-TCI3xy2uouUXe9H3QorTEZG4fXVvEDp4f5aW8g6zwuY4oGBxAcHlYFLwTtpgfR1JhDwFu4tAI-qHiN9K/s1600/P6240622.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkFG2qWo-pdSfIKuklU4vEzD2xEZ9e7kOglAdcf3Sj4Wb6FTReQOGkrt_PXsG-TCI3xy2uouUXe9H3QorTEZG4fXVvEDp4f5aW8g6zwuY4oGBxAcHlYFLwTtpgfR1JhDwFu4tAI-qHiN9K/s400/P6240622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490004974577038050" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdkCNyDSKagqx7DDR86s9Kmg1_4_ixLTR-o5xLyLu0o__tunHJM01JxNhGVUbQgR9M2qKKNIjYfxNXIQK2ZRTHW2EG5BaM31QAamVjTc2yfVgyxECR8RI8Q3LMe7wruNIdnf6nFN-SJ57/s1600/P6240634.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSdkCNyDSKagqx7DDR86s9Kmg1_4_ixLTR-o5xLyLu0o__tunHJM01JxNhGVUbQgR9M2qKKNIjYfxNXIQK2ZRTHW2EG5BaM31QAamVjTc2yfVgyxECR8RI8Q3LMe7wruNIdnf6nFN-SJ57/s400/P6240634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490004985078438498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >It was at the Bruparck that we had more enjoyment. We bought a promotion ticket for 5 people to be used in the metro, buses and trams for all day. We took the metro to reach Bruparck. The first place we visited was the Atomium. It symbolizes an iron crystal. There are 9 spheres connected by tubes but only 5 are opened to the public. We didn’t enter it despite the combined ticket (with Mini Europe) they promoted. Too expensive.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOehCVnVy-B_6Q80WxNZqa5bn5nEoW5QHTzV4pDCqcrsLIuGMOSSOLAsP21Zh2J_ktqQqoQsb1NCMfVmh867bNwn46if-0Y2FNd3rS9AbJhW6RtczMiY6RmoQW_Dp4FlAM6E4koNV72Nkl/s1600/P6250645.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOehCVnVy-B_6Q80WxNZqa5bn5nEoW5QHTzV4pDCqcrsLIuGMOSSOLAsP21Zh2J_ktqQqoQsb1NCMfVmh867bNwn46if-0Y2FNd3rS9AbJhW6RtczMiY6RmoQW_Dp4FlAM6E4koNV72Nkl/s400/P6250645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490004990285705474" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAya5h_4Ips6Md48xxxLlcpTE0FJQ6FlQp3M9UWM0o8oqe-wffrgccFiiDPPjfi3VI5N0Wf0bPZNkVFanf_e62lo1wkw_jxeMQrjGuPXCqUbfmHrR6LeNXymWwLcr8xd8eMl-8GydIpNA/s1600/P6250647.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAya5h_4Ips6Md48xxxLlcpTE0FJQ6FlQp3M9UWM0o8oqe-wffrgccFiiDPPjfi3VI5N0Wf0bPZNkVFanf_e62lo1wkw_jxeMQrjGuPXCqUbfmHrR6LeNXymWwLcr8xd8eMl-8GydIpNA/s400/P6250647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490004998347192386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Then we headed for the Mini Europe. Of all other places we visited that day, this was the most satisfying. This place recreated any monuments and landmarks found all over Europe down to small sizes. It was a very unique experience. It was like travelling the Europe in few hours. We were provided with a descriptive booklet to give brief information on every model exhibited. Models including Eiffel Tower of Paris, Melk Abbey of Austria, Rila Monastery of Bulgaria, Burg Eltz of Germany, Bath’s Circus of United Kingdom, Acropolis of Greece, Venice of Italy and many others.<br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibkQvt6O7FSyhpH9d9YU3OvPwv0CNNdNurRVoNkZMvLe-MHaaanBWlcsmo2s_9hkk-DJdvsIREk52ifR9uJ5lOEui9ZZatD7GC60S6iEsQ5n9UmYcr5Ov_BY9DSLvd3Zr6TJtkkmy81fNL/s1600/P6250659.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibkQvt6O7FSyhpH9d9YU3OvPwv0CNNdNurRVoNkZMvLe-MHaaanBWlcsmo2s_9hkk-DJdvsIREk52ifR9uJ5lOEui9ZZatD7GC60S6iEsQ5n9UmYcr5Ov_BY9DSLvd3Zr6TJtkkmy81fNL/s400/P6250659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490006454668014370" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgKu1voCcER6rgD-OCRPL2JU-jCm8ye8P3XbC6tJEbM9rPd9fpoiMW0mNJga5QWIxvD6zTNSnWo3Mc4tD3-gsJsD9Z0ZW9pzBOL-XB0hp2P2T-c7Q5L2CEjpEVUWgWtYN20cUcAJArZjC/s1600/DSC03923.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgKu1voCcER6rgD-OCRPL2JU-jCm8ye8P3XbC6tJEbM9rPd9fpoiMW0mNJga5QWIxvD6zTNSnWo3Mc4tD3-gsJsD9Z0ZW9pzBOL-XB0hp2P2T-c7Q5L2CEjpEVUWgWtYN20cUcAJArZjC/s400/DSC03923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490001221625113474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I kept on reminiscing the lines from The Duchess, when passing by the model of the city of Bath in United Kingdom.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtf2lvTY9CM5Gx7Mb4-g9RfarQWIln6g_LLWHDAq3cdhD-unWDBrU4iVV7oRtxRrKObQ842JnQOUnF0qBNefXsEwcP-YoddC1XItqdZTN6EvMRKdEkhRxeUJGMBBui0o3MZ0koufccSVC/s1600/DSC03890.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtf2lvTY9CM5Gx7Mb4-g9RfarQWIln6g_LLWHDAq3cdhD-unWDBrU4iVV7oRtxRrKObQ842JnQOUnF0qBNefXsEwcP-YoddC1XItqdZTN6EvMRKdEkhRxeUJGMBBui0o3MZ0koufccSVC/s400/DSC03890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490001214745635058" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >“We’ve come to Bath to get away from London and all of London has come away to Bath.”</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >There are also simulations like the eruption of Mount Vesuvius, the fall of the Berlin Wall and many others.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >At the end of the visit, we could find an exhibition called Spirit of Europe. I think it was included as a package together with the Mini Europe. It presents the information about the European Union (EU) with interactive ways of exhibitions. There are multimedia quizzes and games. I even got a chance to send an e-card to anybody with my face on the Mini Europe themed card. I sent it to my sister, my friend in Egypt and another one to my own e-mail. Heh. I wanted to send it to my mother but I forgot her e-mail address.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSVAncTYT7Xg2-tfpfL2gw8Wv7XP2nwZmK3JfqF1BDrsJ0Xg9rrQvJja4XC80gY3_20DteQPiGGGy3AN5mqgk3IE-inEUKiSC7m_ujNnbrGQ4kusoQezTOY1O-oLf3jPZL3kbNwzTyvrZ/s1600/DSC03953.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDSVAncTYT7Xg2-tfpfL2gw8Wv7XP2nwZmK3JfqF1BDrsJ0Xg9rrQvJja4XC80gY3_20DteQPiGGGy3AN5mqgk3IE-inEUKiSC7m_ujNnbrGQ4kusoQezTOY1O-oLf3jPZL3kbNwzTyvrZ/s400/DSC03953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490001230414449026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >On our way to exit the Mini Europe, we passed by a shop selling our pictures with the mascot of the place. Or so I thought. I bought 2 pictures and 2 key chains (with a picture of us on it). The guy at the store asked me where I’m from. When I said Malaysia, he asked again from which city in Malaysia. I answered Johore, and to my surprise he knew Johore. He’d been in Malaysia on vacation once. He told us how he visited Malacca, Kuala Lumpur and Penang. He had a tour around the country. There was a sad story behind his holidays in Malaysia when he met a Malay woman. He sort of fell for her and asked her hand for marriage or so. The name was Suhaila. She refused due to the different in their beliefs. He brought up this story as he saw one of the girls smiling reminding him of her, as he couldn’t forget her. That was quite a drama I guess. Heh.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLVLOIuNvOdGsAjBUzB3zR36CCv8RsvfMWi7LvjCOyuJ4QETc2X1ql8MrUeHl1R3R6GEnHvYjcLR3z1yc4Se7Hie1Ski12e4rWK7vG0xrBoIAvIkG9BuAxwRNWWNBrSLc-1wirnAJPEbn/s1600/scan0001+-+Copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigLVLOIuNvOdGsAjBUzB3zR36CCv8RsvfMWi7LvjCOyuJ4QETc2X1ql8MrUeHl1R3R6GEnHvYjcLR3z1yc4Se7Hie1Ski12e4rWK7vG0xrBoIAvIkG9BuAxwRNWWNBrSLc-1wirnAJPEbn/s400/scan0001+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490009664751194706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >There was this idea of spending a day in Amsterdam. So just in case, I thought we should have a day reserved for that idea. Thus I was eager to finish Brussels in a day. From Bruparck, we went straight to Palais du Cinquantenaire, situated in Parc du Cinquantenaire (Park of the Fiftieth). It is a building built by the government for the 1880 National Exhibition commemorating the 50th anniversary of Belgian independence.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZkrb2JRvD9thwF-kf_JWvf99_3hgCjuS55kXdFFIKRksnsfI7RVGq08ennYyjMeAI0GIwdCwnCdb9oogETr1ZvDeZdWfP2FRQLLiCZJOx6JxQlP1_L_yuC8QGZeeKRgdItdhvTtwREjY/s1600/DSC03972.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZkrb2JRvD9thwF-kf_JWvf99_3hgCjuS55kXdFFIKRksnsfI7RVGq08ennYyjMeAI0GIwdCwnCdb9oogETr1ZvDeZdWfP2FRQLLiCZJOx6JxQlP1_L_yuC8QGZeeKRgdItdhvTtwREjY/s400/DSC03972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490001239508969010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Later, we took a metro to have a look on the European Union Parliament Quarter. It is indeed very near but we just thought it would be worthy if we maximize the use of the whole day ticket. At first, we kind of lost our way in the park behind the Parliament. We just saw the back of the building from the park. But later, on our way back to the nearest metro station, we finally found the front view of the Parliament unintentionally. Haha. There are actually 3 European Union Parliaments located in 3 different countries; France, Belgium and Luxembourg. Then, for all we were worth, we headed back to the hotel.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwT2CXm5UR5y_Wh7WOoxHPU0glQ1DM2bUXQ0yuHDZKN-SLyy6SDdk0cozDZeBQT6B1ceAYFwFX4RokDx7u3wMTa1cSbzGKVzWN6cEm0Zr7rMMMMVnTkOw7bbZ7GnEF110qjqfye5Ojs6B4/s1600/DSC03989.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwT2CXm5UR5y_Wh7WOoxHPU0glQ1DM2bUXQ0yuHDZKN-SLyy6SDdk0cozDZeBQT6B1ceAYFwFX4RokDx7u3wMTa1cSbzGKVzWN6cEm0Zr7rMMMMVnTkOw7bbZ7GnEF110qjqfye5Ojs6B4/s400/DSC03989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490003648768029634" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAo4-Rg1OveGuVBD9ZnU7ftynraXsEAYffr9IFH67kiBnt_TACTiplQaMKuxAr5L9MlWwkOiY9jRX52KtZ5b4HyYG37r_alMv2v1BCp6ZiAk2eFZ-dxeWVawx7Vy3P-y6nR5DdJ0OJtEk/s1600/DSC03994.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHAo4-Rg1OveGuVBD9ZnU7ftynraXsEAYffr9IFH67kiBnt_TACTiplQaMKuxAr5L9MlWwkOiY9jRX52KtZ5b4HyYG37r_alMv2v1BCp6ZiAk2eFZ-dxeWVawx7Vy3P-y6nR5DdJ0OJtEk/s400/DSC03994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490003660663184786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >At 9.00 pm, we went back again to the Grand Place to experience the night environment. There was a shuttle provided from the hotel. The night at Grand Place was completely different from the morning we had that day. The place got crowded as the night crawled darker. We reached there before the sunset. Maghrib in Belgium (in summer) was at 10.00 pm.<br /><br /></span><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ81wij3GrzfLjakq_wAMv-WGk7TS8KRzv2w8HzCJlIvSTcBwiS7A5uj7RdCFTY3-htPtLN53oBdr0b0tYq63D9qVk6XHEtis6I0esI5IIqA7m4BL_MQIFQ3UMiuTS8C5xLgMgCnucZDfO/s1600/P6250663.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ81wij3GrzfLjakq_wAMv-WGk7TS8KRzv2w8HzCJlIvSTcBwiS7A5uj7RdCFTY3-htPtLN53oBdr0b0tYq63D9qVk6XHEtis6I0esI5IIqA7m4BL_MQIFQ3UMiuTS8C5xLgMgCnucZDfO/s400/P6250663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490006469123391026" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-DS4PTYV3Opca-JaVq47fjdOBULSSVSMu3ulfmgM3zx-6QQaWKYnyaCAzl5obaAVv7joGdYlbIMohmByXNJjOCuFgxB1J3mFbQQHxq4YIzWetzCjXocwNZ51VR9Aca_yrpuHILUCJP1m/s1600/DSC04005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg-DS4PTYV3Opca-JaVq47fjdOBULSSVSMu3ulfmgM3zx-6QQaWKYnyaCAzl5obaAVv7joGdYlbIMohmByXNJjOCuFgxB1J3mFbQQHxq4YIzWetzCjXocwNZ51VR9Aca_yrpuHILUCJP1m/s400/DSC04005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490003669324253202" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOAmGO7aokOJ0dhf_MTvYD0MfcQaQadowf5wiu6n_4_6Fof7eRigesly4EjIVsneJfVcS65pkwMkbn4d-MnczfEt_ycIJjzk_EZcsttyMdI16ohYoz4IvwQtift1AUBQW_IzJ2SrO057G/s1600/P6250688.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAOAmGO7aokOJ0dhf_MTvYD0MfcQaQadowf5wiu6n_4_6Fof7eRigesly4EjIVsneJfVcS65pkwMkbn4d-MnczfEt_ycIJjzk_EZcsttyMdI16ohYoz4IvwQtift1AUBQW_IzJ2SrO057G/s400/P6250688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490006473357975346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >The last shuttle back to the hotel would be at 11.00 pm so we just hanged around and bought some souvenirs and chocolates. Yeah! We tasted a sample that morning and we couldn’t agree more that Belgian chocolates are the best! Well of course we checked the ingredients before buying. I bought some for me and friends in Jordan and a box for my family. We ought to take some time watching a street performance; an acrobat riding a unicycle.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghOM9CK8P-V6ApNG6EzpJI-MDdjg1FuOlEBFiP9XXC6-yShS8Bsmqxox2koNyZ3javIPitDoZNeItry8JkPxylLsH2C5CMVwE3Z5MX5HJQEuk9Le7sOzp8AhPDGpgorQ-RfQYdVUPGsiK4/s1600/DSC04006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghOM9CK8P-V6ApNG6EzpJI-MDdjg1FuOlEBFiP9XXC6-yShS8Bsmqxox2koNyZ3javIPitDoZNeItry8JkPxylLsH2C5CMVwE3Z5MX5HJQEuk9Le7sOzp8AhPDGpgorQ-RfQYdVUPGsiK4/s400/DSC04006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490003677684962962" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxjH6Ot0uU_Y3RO5ru64LXPPP4kZ9FYtNmzq_Hec9XP98CG8e2c84SpVbDE0DkWg7Ah-nmEUNfo9_xmlL5fBfGHVDdczhtUqLOl682w3jY9mFwYAumoH2v1TGV6YwzZunqp8BtCI3P2WpK/s1600/P6250693.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxjH6Ot0uU_Y3RO5ru64LXPPP4kZ9FYtNmzq_Hec9XP98CG8e2c84SpVbDE0DkWg7Ah-nmEUNfo9_xmlL5fBfGHVDdczhtUqLOl682w3jY9mFwYAumoH2v1TGV6YwzZunqp8BtCI3P2WpK/s400/P6250693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490006483712236898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >At 11.00 pm, we waited the shuttle at the place been told. It was in front of a building called Bourse. Brussels was as crazy as Paris that night. It was again about FIFA. I think Spain must’ve won a match that so many people crowded that building and the cars honking here and there. There were also people running here and there with Spain flags in their hands. It was a nice view actually seeing them altogether assembled and sitting on the stairs of the Bourse building. They were shouting and cheering.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFvMARuD_JCcMWHphcamW_DAmT_7skhp_gxQpRKS6O2n0wgCQcJrBH9zbNuWZlUA8UDMDNL3ph6Mdyl1AIKBxa44NI3RIohlqRyaG1ypjtwFs_suCckaALSnZWu7TnyR8442spPPoG2YX/s1600/P6250712.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFvMARuD_JCcMWHphcamW_DAmT_7skhp_gxQpRKS6O2n0wgCQcJrBH9zbNuWZlUA8UDMDNL3ph6Mdyl1AIKBxa44NI3RIohlqRyaG1ypjtwFs_suCckaALSnZWu7TnyR8442spPPoG2YX/s400/P6250712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490006493151807970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >to be continued...</span><br /></div></div>MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543851797798919054.post-72559549409562925782010-07-04T11:59:00.003+03:002010-07-05T23:52:18.245+03:00summer trip : DAY 07<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >ACROSS THE BORDER</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Today was our last day in Paris. Just like the past two days, it was sunny. We checked ourselves out of the hotel at about 10.15 am. As always, we rode a metro from the nearest station, Les Gresillons. We reached the main station, Gare du Nord early at 12.00 pm. The train we booked was supposed to be leaving Paris at 2.45 pm. So we just waited and waited and waited ‘till we bore to death. I was very grateful to have brought along a novel. I already finished reading ‘Kot Putih.’ So this novel entitled ‘Home’ was my last inevitable choice.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-ffSJlT_XibBcKFppcDcEdTTlT32MGynMYv-eBCWJUU4d2JKGdWrClbpfe1WCWqoklAGG-rfAaMFVRRMrH8DsHr5GuC1nls-cRNhnV4P6scqNtYMeZ4OJLRMNGnTVU2P07HmOd_5XV0f/s1600/P6270740.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-ffSJlT_XibBcKFppcDcEdTTlT32MGynMYv-eBCWJUU4d2JKGdWrClbpfe1WCWqoklAGG-rfAaMFVRRMrH8DsHr5GuC1nls-cRNhnV4P6scqNtYMeZ4OJLRMNGnTVU2P07HmOd_5XV0f/s400/P6270740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489979378663464754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">At about 2.10 pm, we hurried to the platform announced at the board. The train was opened for passengers. The journey from Paris to Brussels took just about an hour. They are two neighboring cities. Upon arrival, we asked for the city map at the tourist centre at the main station, Gare du Midi. It was quite a relieve actually when the officer blew out English words as I kept on seeing Flemish or German, if not French words on any hanged signboards. The Belgians themselves don’t actually have their own language. The country is roughly divided into three regions based on the language spoken in each region. Majority speaks Flemish as in Dutch. Then the French while a small part of the east side of the country uses German.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">There was supposed to be a shuttle to take us to the hotel. Unfortunately, we couldn’t reach the hotel’s number given. So based on the city map given, I lead the others to the hotel we were supposed to be staying through our staying in Belgium. It was quite easy actually referring to the map given. So we reached the hotel without any difficulties.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I read some review in the internet on Hotel Van Belle, the hotel we would be staying. They were mostly negative. Some even labeled the hotel as horrible. So I didn’t really expect too much from this hotel. I was thinking of an old unconvincing hotel. When we arrived on the street where the hotel is located, I had a glance on a huge hotel. But I kept on searching for maybe a smaller building which could be this Hotel Van Belle. Then one of the girls pointed on the first building I doubted before. Yeah! The name of that red building is Hotel Van Belle. The astonishment didn’t just break there. We entered the hotel and I was once again surprised with the size of the hotel which is unexpectedly huge. It has a number of public areas downstairs. I couldn’t really confirm it is lounge for it is too overfurnished for a lobby.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Oh and yeah, my room was numbered 205 while my room back in Hotel F1 in Paris was 105. That was kind of ironic isn’t it? We would’ve to pay another 5 Euros for the wireless internet service. Realizing the fact that I’ve been draining my money out of my pockets for the past few days, I rationalized not to pay the extra money for the extra facility. No matter. Breakfast was included in the bills. That sounded good. Heh. There would also be a free shuttle service from the hotel to the centre of the city. But sadly, it started at 6.00 pm and ended at 11.00 pm daily. What a waste since we planned on leaving the hotel for a walk around the town as early as 9.00 in the morning. The moment I entered my room, I flashed a room in a hotel in Vienna. I couldn’t recall the name of the hotel (I think it was Zipper or something), but it had the same design as this one. To be concluded, the hotel did just enough efforts to unexpectedly mesmerize me.</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFX6uRGwocw4NkQag_z110onB8nZ0dHmpW8BiytM-5u8F9s3odzTWa0DPaeEo16mtL7G1RIMFnE9-JV_OIuqt_IIg6Nl79CcYaQ_TAYo0FA09_MMss5poOeTMLvC4hv2edkvA22lLk9VLA/s1600/P6240584.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFX6uRGwocw4NkQag_z110onB8nZ0dHmpW8BiytM-5u8F9s3odzTWa0DPaeEo16mtL7G1RIMFnE9-JV_OIuqt_IIg6Nl79CcYaQ_TAYo0FA09_MMss5poOeTMLvC4hv2edkvA22lLk9VLA/s400/P6240584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489979372519912738" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjREyDGWhBVIb8PMfiTTxSuldoQRYVgFESbBcbPtGQCn6c4l_MiIJvRfHqQ7gUs-usnRWoDjaVzau_u7ve0zQqnk9reiRXGAWHxvdJCq-9g-xoD4bLztGdDbW0-PQQvqwWWz4_RjbWmr3JU/s1600/P6240582.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjREyDGWhBVIb8PMfiTTxSuldoQRYVgFESbBcbPtGQCn6c4l_MiIJvRfHqQ7gUs-usnRWoDjaVzau_u7ve0zQqnk9reiRXGAWHxvdJCq-9g-xoD4bLztGdDbW0-PQQvqwWWz4_RjbWmr3JU/s400/P6240582.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489979362032939650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I can’t believe I wrote too detail in describing the hotel. Well, there was nothing much to be told yet. We didn’t plan anything upon arrival on this first day in Brussels. I just lied on my bed through the long evening. Prepared myself a bowl of instant noodles and a mug (a brand new one with ‘Paris’ wrote on it) of mushroom soup, I fancied myself with my lappy, finishing the daily journals through the trip.</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">to be continued...</span><br /></div></div>MUHAMADhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15526339879441889184noreply@blogger.com0