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I have never thought about this until the other day when my brother brought up the subject: All Fauziah Latiff's songs are depressing. I guess he's right. I am not her fan to know all of her songs, but I think almost all of her songs that actually made to the radio are all, indeed, depressing.
Anyway, it has been ages since I last posted an entry. And I have very good excuses for that. To begin with, there's the summer holidays, where I was at home in my lovely neighbourhood of Jelutong Heights (or more commonly known as Bukit Jelutong), so I don't think there's need to post any entry since this blog is about my life in this dreadfully strange land. And when I actually got back to France, my classes started as early as the following Monday after the day I've arrived (Saturday). Then, there's the problem of connecting to the internet. It has been 3 weeks since I called my ISP about my change of address, and I still haven't got that dialtone on my phone (which explains why I haven't been calling home for a month, sorry mom). There's no way I would use someone else's internet line to write an entry or someone else's phone to call, because these are the things that I do in private (like today for instance, I'm writing this at a friend's house while he's gone to his morning classes).
So there you go, 3 believable excuses.
Like I said, classes began right after I arrived. And so far everything's OK, except for the fact that I missed my friends from last year's group, that I have to do 2 months practical in April, and the fact that my Economics teacher looks and talk like Sylvie Lerond from SFERE. But apart from all that, everything is good.
And also, I've moved. Goodbye 9m² cage, hello 30m² studio with balcony! I am now living in Lambersart, in the northwestern part of the Lille suburb. Although I no longer enjoy the privilege of waking up 15 minutes before my class starts, at least I no longer have to endure the coldness of the corridor just to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. The house is next to an old church, hence the street name, Rue de l'Eglise. So waking up late on Sunday morning is a no-no, since at around 9 the bell will continuously bong (the verb ring appears too gentle to describe the sound, so I've decided to create the verb bong, which gives a much better onomatopoeia to the sound made by the bell) until you wake up. And of course every morning I have to join in the common morning suburbian ritual of taking the subway/metro to class. The ritual lasts about 30 minutes and is repeated at the end of the day.
I can't wait to get my own internet line.
Anyway, it has been ages since I last posted an entry. And I have very good excuses for that. To begin with, there's the summer holidays, where I was at home in my lovely neighbourhood of Jelutong Heights (or more commonly known as Bukit Jelutong), so I don't think there's need to post any entry since this blog is about my life in this dreadfully strange land. And when I actually got back to France, my classes started as early as the following Monday after the day I've arrived (Saturday). Then, there's the problem of connecting to the internet. It has been 3 weeks since I called my ISP about my change of address, and I still haven't got that dialtone on my phone (which explains why I haven't been calling home for a month, sorry mom). There's no way I would use someone else's internet line to write an entry or someone else's phone to call, because these are the things that I do in private (like today for instance, I'm writing this at a friend's house while he's gone to his morning classes).
So there you go, 3 believable excuses.
Like I said, classes began right after I arrived. And so far everything's OK, except for the fact that I missed my friends from last year's group, that I have to do 2 months practical in April, and the fact that my Economics teacher looks and talk like Sylvie Lerond from SFERE. But apart from all that, everything is good.
And also, I've moved. Goodbye 9m² cage, hello 30m² studio with balcony! I am now living in Lambersart, in the northwestern part of the Lille suburb. Although I no longer enjoy the privilege of waking up 15 minutes before my class starts, at least I no longer have to endure the coldness of the corridor just to go to the toilet in the middle of the night. The house is next to an old church, hence the street name, Rue de l'Eglise. So waking up late on Sunday morning is a no-no, since at around 9 the bell will continuously bong (the verb ring appears too gentle to describe the sound, so I've decided to create the verb bong, which gives a much better onomatopoeia to the sound made by the bell) until you wake up. And of course every morning I have to join in the common morning suburbian ritual of taking the subway/metro to class. The ritual lasts about 30 minutes and is repeated at the end of the day.
I can't wait to get my own internet line.
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