Did i say that i’ll tell you my experience in a Land where ‘lot’ is pronounced as ‘lOt’ with a big O like in ‘bOlOt’ and not ‘lAt’ as pronounced in ‘lAlAt’(for the Americans). And the Malaysians reside here think they are more ‘white men’ than ‘Malays’? Here we go...
We left France on 18th January 2009 from Basel-Mulhouse airport to London Stansted. A little funny thing about this airport (an airport on two lands, Swiss and France), you can buy a cup of coffee for 1.20 euro and a croissant (French pastry) for 1 Swiss franc at another door. The peoples speak French-Germany-English, so no worries of being lost.
The immigration at Stansted airport (all British airports) was somehow burnt our patience out...if you think you can pass the checkpoint easily with your Malaysian smiley face, and then forget it! No tolerance for British! (ok, I’ll tell you another story which is really a nightmare-for-the-rest-of-my-life, at the end of this episode O.K? so, sabar la dulu). From the airport, we took a shuttle to Victoria Station (remember to book your ticket online or else you will have to pay more than 15GBP! hey that’s a fortnight living cost in Malaysia!maybe a month for Palestin!).
The girls went to their friend’s house and i was heading to Syed’s house at Finsbury Park. the next day will be the longest day in bus. Save London for the last.
lost in Victoria Station
2nd day, 3rd day
We took 5 hours bus to Manchester. Cristiano Ronaldo, Rooney, Van der Sar, our asian Park ji Sung (just mention a few names) were waving their hand in our small cerebrum.
Two nights and a day in Manchester was a good enough for visiting the ville. We went to the museum, sight-seeing at the town, universities (there are three), the halal foods, met others Malaysians n etc. For a group of Malays who are doing their study at France, it was such a heaven here! The goods are damn CHEAP!!! I bought a lot of t-shirt for my nieces and nephews here (darlings, pak Anjut misses you much!), but the room rent is expensive here, sometimes 500 GBP a month for a small room..hurmmm, chacun son avantage!
4th day, 5th day
We came back to London. I stayed one night at Malaysian hall. I was very lucky as it wasn’t school holiday, so they gave me a single room which only cost me 7GBP. A little advice for Malaysians, if you really know how to cook our Malaysians foods, so don’t go to Malaysian Hall. The foods are expensive (compared to other British food) and only suitable for European-blunt-tongue. I went here exclusively for KICAP MANIS (kat perancis mana la ada, nak tak nak pergi la jugak). Btw, the makciks and pakciks here are very friendly (so they can sell their stuffs).
You may find a lot of Malaysians here, but please, don’t waste your time to smile at them, they just boo-layan korang jer ( i know they are few, but number brings a gross significant!). Come to France, the malaysians here are very friendly, helping, hensem, cute, pretty, etc...hehehhe! i still remember when i was in a tube to London bridge, i met these three Malaysians, two boys and a girl, i was very exhausted after a long day journey and tried to smile at them, they just who-you-are me and do their own business, and their kampung’s English dialect. I was like ‘owh, Malaysia is truly Asia!you guys are fully sponsored like me too, and no use of cocking yourselves, if you guys are trying to be BRITISH just because you study with londoners, forget it!u will not (never) change your skin colour! Even Englishmen and women are much more generous from you guys! I’m talking not to these three poor Malaysians, but for all Malaysians out there and ME MYSELF. Jangan la lepas ni sebok nak pertahankan bangsa melayu disiat-siat kalau dah bangsa sendiri tak sedar diri dan membangsatkan diri sendiri!(emotional euh???That’s life!).