On the wrong side of the English Channel
Sometimes i wonder if I made the right decision coming to France, when all of my life I've been dreaming of going to England. But it's nothing serious really. It's just a thought...
Got my parcel from my parents today. Time Kaseh Mak! (Mak, kimi duduk dekat Lille bukan Laille). Tak sangka harga pos cam gitu sekali.
Well i got the usual raya parcel; tempeyek, kuih bawang, biskut almond london, kerepek ubi, kuah kacang, and kad raya. But i was dissappointed that the thing that i was waiting for was not in the parcel. Ibu sirap. Aihh... Takpelah, next year balik Malaysia borong sekarton.
Well i woke up earlier that my usual waking up time for monday mornings to get to the city center to retrieve my parcel. I brought a plastic bag so that i wouldn't have to cary the box all the way across the town. But the bag was not big enough, so I was like hugging the box all the way to the metro station. At the ticket validation machine, there were 2 Métro Prévention staff. They were looking at me and my parcel suspiciously. While i was walking down the stairs, i saw there was a metro just arrived so i hurried down the stairs and ran to catch the metro. I made it, but there i was in the metro, Asian looking, with a parcel, sweating, and i keep checking my watch (because i thought iwas late for class). Well of course people was looking at me. They must've thought i'm a terrorist waiting to explode myself in the metro. After a few stations I couldn't stand it any longer having eyes looking at me, i took out my 20 minutes, and did the new number game, Sudoku. Hell, it was easy.
Yesterday is the Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire World Premiere in London, which i missed the live telecast on the net because i was at the laundry. Tomorrow is the premiere in Paris (I think. That's what they've been saying in the french HP forums). I was thinking of going, but then again paying 30€ just to see a bunch of actors walking through a crowd, without even the guarantee of taking pictures with them or even getting their autographs, and the fact that I'm not one of the invités , which means i won't be getting to see it, i think i'll have to pass. Baik pergi Paris masa Mawi datang nanti. Ahahahahaharubiru.
Diriku hanya insan biasa,
miliki naluri yang sama...
Got my parcel from my parents today. Time Kaseh Mak! (Mak, kimi duduk dekat Lille bukan Laille). Tak sangka harga pos cam gitu sekali.
Well i got the usual raya parcel; tempeyek, kuih bawang, biskut almond london, kerepek ubi, kuah kacang, and kad raya. But i was dissappointed that the thing that i was waiting for was not in the parcel. Ibu sirap. Aihh... Takpelah, next year balik Malaysia borong sekarton.
Well i woke up earlier that my usual waking up time for monday mornings to get to the city center to retrieve my parcel. I brought a plastic bag so that i wouldn't have to cary the box all the way across the town. But the bag was not big enough, so I was like hugging the box all the way to the metro station. At the ticket validation machine, there were 2 Métro Prévention staff. They were looking at me and my parcel suspiciously. While i was walking down the stairs, i saw there was a metro just arrived so i hurried down the stairs and ran to catch the metro. I made it, but there i was in the metro, Asian looking, with a parcel, sweating, and i keep checking my watch (because i thought iwas late for class). Well of course people was looking at me. They must've thought i'm a terrorist waiting to explode myself in the metro. After a few stations I couldn't stand it any longer having eyes looking at me, i took out my 20 minutes, and did the new number game, Sudoku. Hell, it was easy.
Yesterday is the Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire World Premiere in London, which i missed the live telecast on the net because i was at the laundry. Tomorrow is the premiere in Paris (I think. That's what they've been saying in the french HP forums). I was thinking of going, but then again paying 30€ just to see a bunch of actors walking through a crowd, without even the guarantee of taking pictures with them or even getting their autographs, and the fact that I'm not one of the invités , which means i won't be getting to see it, i think i'll have to pass. Baik pergi Paris masa Mawi datang nanti. Ahahahahaharubiru.
Diriku hanya insan biasa,
miliki naluri yang sama...
4 Comments:
This is hilarious! I think the same attitude is on the people up here in Ukraine. Gosh these people are so stuck up and proud of their own language, I don't know what is wrong with them for learning another international language. Heck it's the most spoken language in the world! :)
I really enjoyed reading your blog. I thought the population of Malaysian students who are staying in a non-English speaking country, who actually still speaks English, is declining.
Macam Syazwan tu, dah declare bahasa french bahasa ibunda dia dah!
I totally agree with you. A Malaysian in a non English speaking country, has very little chance to speak English; they speak malay with another Malaysian, local language to the locals (or even broken english sometimes, since the locals too have problems with English).
Syazwan tu memang. Tapi kan, kenapa kat blog dier kengkadang eja BM salah, BI salah, french pun salah. Syazwan, jangan marah haa.. nanti kena jual...
elo kimmy.. aku taip bukan cam cikgu BM, cikgu BI or cikgu French menaip..
aku just tarikan tangan dgn benda yg terlintas di fikiran
oleh kerana tuan hamba marah, tuan hamba akan dijual dan segala harta tuan hamba akan dirampas
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