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We don't have any french class this afternoon since they couldn't find anyone to replace Rosy. I was happy to hear that, but i know it's inappropriate since it's because Rosy broke her shoulder (dislocated maybe). So i spent my afternoon going to the laundry since i'll be going to Lille this weekend. When i arrived there, there was a group of teenagers (15 y/o) in the laundry. They were smoking and puffing smoke like a pro. I was quite scared but i said bonjour anyway. Nothing went wrong. After putting in the coins, i decided to go somewhere else. I took my bike and went to the bank and to a supermarket.
When i got back, there's this old man, looking quite dangerous, with an empty glass bottle in his hand. He asked me if he could 'tumpang' his pants in the machine. Even if it was possible, i wouldn't want to. i told him that it was impossible since my machine has already started. then he asked me if i could spend him awashing cycle. I said no, and i went straight to the door to get the hell out of there. but he stopped me and asked me if i'm chinese. i said no, i'm indonesian. ahaha. then he asked me if i study here. and i said yes. then he began to give me a lecture on how i'm not thankful to the french since they're the ones who pay for my studies bla bla bla... Then i turned myself towards the door. Again, he stopped me, but this time with a little more force. Then he began to speak to me with a higher voice. He said he was just realeased from a prison and he said he won't harm me if i just help him with his laundry. I look at his jeans and i saw a spot of blood.
Now this is where i'm weak at. I never know how to react to things. When i need to decide something quickly, it would be the first thing that came in mind. and at that time, the first thing that came in my mind was.... you're life is worth more than 4.30 euros. So i agreed. He took off his pants (urgh... pandangan aku tercemar tidaaakkkk!!!). luckily he had something else underneath. Then he put it in the machine and i inserted the coins. luckily my machine was about to finish the cycle. While waiting for my machine to stop, he started talking about the french social problems (look who's talking huh?). Then he offered me a porn mag, that he stole from a shop. First: it's a porn. 2nd: it was stolen. That's a double sin. I said no, and my machine stopped. Despite my clothes being wet, i put them in the bag and left. I went to another laundry to have them dried. I was out of coins (thanks to that old b*s*ard). I called irfan, and he was kind enough to come to the laundry to give me some coins and he even waited with me. (remind me to belanja him a kebab one day).
Alas the day finally arrived. I'm wearing that 'museum' thingy tonight. But when i put it on... mmm... not bad. I might look like renee blaise, but hey it's still a style. The 10 of us walked across the centre ville and had everyone staring at us. Taufiq even wore a songkok. Ahaha. They said he looked like a guru besar. To me he looked more like a Bruneian delegate. A full costume with songkok.
Maggie, Mary-Claude and Martine (wow...now i realised that their names all start with 'm') were already at the town hall. The JPA's arrived and we were surprised seing them not in a formal dressing but their normal clothes. The event started with the deputy-mayor talking about how proud she was to have the 5th batch of malaysians in Colmar. Then Renee Blaise had his turn. And so did Maggie. And suddenly, out of nowhere a guy started giving his speech. He told us he used to work in Malaysia and he converted to Islam (while flashing his PERKIM card). Then we began to eat. Don't get me wrong. It was not a dinner. It's just a cake, some crackers and juice (well, there was champagne also). When i asked Maggie who that guy was, she herself was not sure (the next day she and renee blaise forbid us from having any contact with this guy).
We took some pictures (around 30... yeah we just love ourselves), fooled around, and went back home.
Today i thought someone somehow knew my biggest secret. When i asked him he said he doesn't know. But something tells me that he knows. And i hope he doesn't. This is MY secret. No one else knows. Not even my mom. Yeah mom, you don't know ;) Everyone has his own garden of secret hasn't he?
When i got back, there's this old man, looking quite dangerous, with an empty glass bottle in his hand. He asked me if he could 'tumpang' his pants in the machine. Even if it was possible, i wouldn't want to. i told him that it was impossible since my machine has already started. then he asked me if i could spend him awashing cycle. I said no, and i went straight to the door to get the hell out of there. but he stopped me and asked me if i'm chinese. i said no, i'm indonesian. ahaha. then he asked me if i study here. and i said yes. then he began to give me a lecture on how i'm not thankful to the french since they're the ones who pay for my studies bla bla bla... Then i turned myself towards the door. Again, he stopped me, but this time with a little more force. Then he began to speak to me with a higher voice. He said he was just realeased from a prison and he said he won't harm me if i just help him with his laundry. I look at his jeans and i saw a spot of blood.
Now this is where i'm weak at. I never know how to react to things. When i need to decide something quickly, it would be the first thing that came in mind. and at that time, the first thing that came in my mind was.... you're life is worth more than 4.30 euros. So i agreed. He took off his pants (urgh... pandangan aku tercemar tidaaakkkk!!!). luckily he had something else underneath. Then he put it in the machine and i inserted the coins. luckily my machine was about to finish the cycle. While waiting for my machine to stop, he started talking about the french social problems (look who's talking huh?). Then he offered me a porn mag, that he stole from a shop. First: it's a porn. 2nd: it was stolen. That's a double sin. I said no, and my machine stopped. Despite my clothes being wet, i put them in the bag and left. I went to another laundry to have them dried. I was out of coins (thanks to that old b*s*ard). I called irfan, and he was kind enough to come to the laundry to give me some coins and he even waited with me. (remind me to belanja him a kebab one day).
Alas the day finally arrived. I'm wearing that 'museum' thingy tonight. But when i put it on... mmm... not bad. I might look like renee blaise, but hey it's still a style. The 10 of us walked across the centre ville and had everyone staring at us. Taufiq even wore a songkok. Ahaha. They said he looked like a guru besar. To me he looked more like a Bruneian delegate. A full costume with songkok.
Maggie, Mary-Claude and Martine (wow...now i realised that their names all start with 'm') were already at the town hall. The JPA's arrived and we were surprised seing them not in a formal dressing but their normal clothes. The event started with the deputy-mayor talking about how proud she was to have the 5th batch of malaysians in Colmar. Then Renee Blaise had his turn. And so did Maggie. And suddenly, out of nowhere a guy started giving his speech. He told us he used to work in Malaysia and he converted to Islam (while flashing his PERKIM card). Then we began to eat. Don't get me wrong. It was not a dinner. It's just a cake, some crackers and juice (well, there was champagne also). When i asked Maggie who that guy was, she herself was not sure (the next day she and renee blaise forbid us from having any contact with this guy).
We took some pictures (around 30... yeah we just love ourselves), fooled around, and went back home.
Today i thought someone somehow knew my biggest secret. When i asked him he said he doesn't know. But something tells me that he knows. And i hope he doesn't. This is MY secret. No one else knows. Not even my mom. Yeah mom, you don't know ;) Everyone has his own garden of secret hasn't he?
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