I’ve been missing Paris a lot lately.
Having said that, if I had enough cash and more of annual
leaves, I would’ve booked the very first flight to London Heathrow, spend my
time shopping at Harrods, walking around Hyde Park, staring London Bridge for
few hours, hail a cab and go straight to St Pancreas for my train to Paris.
Life.
I went to my highschool yesterday after almost 8 years to
find out that I still admired French classroom as much I did last time. The Eiffel
Tower made of cupboard is still there, standing tall. It was a deep moment
because for me, it was all just a dream
almost a decade ago and to have witnessed the beautiful Eiffel right in front
of my bare eyes was something I truly grateful for. Beads of tears running down
my cheeks and my sister pretended not to see and keep staring straight across
the road for a few hot French guys there.
And we walked around the area with so many tourists like us.
I think that’s the thing I enjoyed the most. I practically limped because my
knees hurt for whatever reason that I couldn’t remember now. We walked through
the streets for hours, had nutella crepe while admiring the view of La Seine
and gigantic Eiffel Tower was right behind us.
Remembering that moment now made me realize that I have so
many people to thank for; for wonderful memories in Paris. Series of events
that happened last year and all the previous years; the ones that never wilted
my dream to see Paris.
It was really a dream that came true.
So now I shall work hard for more dreams to be realized.
Let's repeat Paris!
..after these two, InshaaAllah.
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| Somewhere only you and I know 1. |
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| Somewhere only you and I know 2 |
which reminded me of conversations I had with my sister, earlier this week when she picked up the phone;
My sister: Hello..
Me: Let's Santorini!
My Sister: Jom! a few people had asked me to travel there jugak. let's go!
Instead of asking, "how are you or how your exam goes" it was how we show how we miss each other.
Ya Allah, permudahkanlah.
have a great week ahead, peeps!
