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Story n°1

Finally my weekend arrives. Now I appreciate my weekend even more than before. Because finally it is the time for me to reward myself with some very well deserved rest after what a very hectic week.

Wake up at 6 every morning, and I went to bed after midnight almost every night. Then the return journey to my office involving bus rides and train, it takes more than 3 hours. I don’t sleep early because the time for Isya’ now is around 11.15 pm.

But I am happy with my life even though it is such a tiring life. I need to hang on for only another 4 weeks than I can sit back enjoying the sunshine as the ‘Mat Salleh’s do.

Another reason for me to be happy is, I am going to Bordeaux to see my best buddy Mr A. I’ve been with him for 3 consecutive weekends. Last week he went to my place and the weekend before, we went to Barcelona.

A visit to Bordeaux is nothing without passing by Rue Sainte Catherine. Ca tombe bien parce que je suis en train de chercher des chaussures. And some jeans as well. Celio size 33, Levi’s size 32 or Zara 31 seems to be too large for me nowadays. ; )

But I don’t care about Ste Catherine, Celio, Levi’s or Zara. What do I care is I am going to spent precious time with my buddies. Mr A and Mr B have always been good to me.

Erm, for some facts, I have never been too far from Mr A, coincidently. When I was in secondary school, mine is just a stone throw away from his, less than 500 metres away.

Then after SPM, again fate brought us together at UTP. I met him once at laundry, I still remember on that particular day the machine didn’t work so I mumbled about that to him as he was there. But I did not notice that it was Mr A until he reminded me on our very 1^st day at INTEC, yes again we were accidentally reunited. I remember about that washing machine incident but I didn’t remember that it was Mr A the unfortunate guy who I mumbled to.

Back in our INTEC days, his apartment is just in front of mine, so for quite a few times we dined or watched movies together. During our 1^st 2 years in France, we were quite far away from each other. I was at La Rochelle, just beside the Atlantic Ocean while he was in Colmar, at the very opposite side of La Rochelle, close to the German-Swiss border.

And since 2008, only an hour of TGV ride separates us. Next September, I hope that he won’t be in Pau while I am going to be in Valenciennes. Still, we just hope for the best. Pau and Valenciennes is a ‘theorem Pythagoras’ de la carte de France my dear.

Story n°2

‘Purse’ boss aku comel sangat. Hik3, tak leyh panggil wallet sebab comel giler.

Hari ni tercatat sejarah baru dalam kehidupan 4 tahun di bumi Perancis ni. Kali pertama kena kejar anjing.

Sebenarnye aku tak pernah lari bila anjing hampiri aku. Sebab aku tak kisah pun nak samak seluar kena jilat tu. Tapi hari ni kan balik keje nanti aku akan terus ke Bordeaux, dan ni jer seluar yang aku bawak untuk weekend ni.

Anjing ni dah pernah jilat aku sekali hari tu, sebab tu aku tau dia akan jilat dan aku lari. Biasanya dia duduk dalam rumah tapî tadi tuan dia nak bawak jalan². Aku baik je ngan tuan dia, tiap² pagi kalau nampak sure cakap ‘bonjour’ senyum² sikit.

Giler betol, dah laa panas mata hari terik tadi, aku lari sekuat hati. Nasib baik lebih kurang 100m je, kalau lebih pengsan aku. Dah la pakai kemeja putih, panas gile kot, abis kotor hitam kat leher nanti. Oh ya yang kejar aku ni bukan bulldog pon. Alaa anjing kecik comel bulu lebat macam biri² tu je sebenarnyer, hehehe.

Walaupun comel, semangat anjing ni kejar aku. Aku nyaris² nak panjat naik atas bonet satu kereta depan aku, tapi nasib baik anjing tu dah letih kejar aku. Tension betol aku ngan anjing ni. Hot sangat aku dengan Wayfarer sampai dia tertarik kot. : D

Tapi seriously memang tak kisah sebenarnya kalu setakat kena jilat tu. Apa susah samak je la. Bukan dosa pon sentuh² main anjing ni, cuma perlu samak (dalam buku teks kata sertu) je. Cuma dah ini je jean aku untuk weekend ni, leceh la kalu nak kena samak.