TO LIVE AND TO SURVIVE ARE BOTH THE ART OF NATURE.
To do or not to do.
Already done or will not be done.
Are not the things.
We are capable to choose.
We can do.
We can change.
We can fight.
But the end.
Will be only what the destiny reveals.
A man always dreams.
Beyond his own cage.
Called as death.
Hi's stepping forward.
Enduring all the suffering and pain.
Till the time ends.
And last drop found.
Until then, the journey must continue...
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Woh Berange Panah-Panah ni Abe wooiii....
Nothing is better than a warm and fresh French "Berangan" fruit during a cold and tiring day after school. It is just that the french version is bigger than it's cousin found in Malaysia. This reminds me a lot to the local song, in Kelantanese dialect that we used to sing most of the time, le song the Buoh Brange (Berangan fruit). I know that in certain village, there must be a slight different in terms of words and pronounciation, seems we did't learn it from book, but rather from repeatition among the children.
Time: 9 pm
Location: "Bouche du Metro" of Colonel Fabien
Temperature: 1 Degree
Vendor: vous voulez combien Monsieur?
Me: Vous vendez comment?
Vendor: 1 euro petit ou 2 euros grand.
Me: 2 euro svp
Me: Merci... (..but not satisfied 8S )
(I found that the vendor will give you more Berangan fruits in 2 packets of 1 euro each than one big packet of 2 euros. Hehheehhe)