hi guys, been a while since my last post,sorry. here's something to tell, about yesterday, the day before and also today.
on friday, zuhaili (he's the classmate ) ask us girls to join them for dinner. we agreed and head up to their place after Maghrib. we cook nasi ayam together and dined while watching triller 'The Call' which has been dubbed to german. how awfully odd is that?
since on saturday a few of my friends from Baden are coming to visit, we decided to go to the 'flohmarkt' in Florastraße to buy some groceries,hehe, who tought only moms can do that :)
i even managed to bought this wonderfully nice vintage ring. tripple cheers for that^_^
we started cooking after Asar and the friends came around half past six. we ate and went out to Neumarkt to show the friends around Köln. The shops were open until 12am which i dont know why. must have something to do with May i guess.
kesten was around so together we headed back home.then suddenly we noticed something.
there was this weird man standing beside kesten, and he kept getting nearer to her. so kesten just walked away. weird enough the man started to stand near to me instead ( i was sitting at that time ) then we decided to walk a bit far. while waiting for the train, we noticed, yet again, that the man was behind us. we walk a few feet away towards the centre of the station just to find out that he was kinda like following us.
then came the train and guess what, the man was also right behind us.maybe u guys are thinking that we were being paranoiac but let me tell u this : i was first to got on the train and kesten was behind me, and the man (behind other people) trying to enter the train using the same door we were, so i walk towards the other end of the train and yet suddenly i saw the man changed his directions and enter the door which was in front of us ~_~
thats when we knew something was wrong.
we turned our back and walked the other way and all i could see was he right on our tail. damn.
we found a seat and glanced our back and there he was standing near the door while licking his upper lip like some maniac!! i've never been so scared my whole life.
as the train was reaching Ebertplatz we decided to get out of the train to make sure he is not following us, but yet we were indeed wrong. when we got out and act like we are chasing the other train (line 15),he started to run too. damn again. we turned left instead and hoped back at the first train we were and slide through until we think we lost him. then we saw him getting in the line 15 train searching for someone. both the train started moving and our heart had slowly stop beating utterly fast.
just when u expect it can't get any worse than this, i noticed that i left my room keys in Longerich. my roomate was so nice she let me sleep in her bed while she slept on the floor.hehe
so i wake up this morning and ring my landlady house to ask her for a spare key. then again i realized that my wardrobe was also locked couse i kept my laptop in it the other day. so i have to go to Longerich as early as 8:30 on sunday morning just to get my keys. it took me exactly two hours before i could finaly lie on my cosy bed >.<
i invited a few ( 9 could be considered as few rite? huhu ) of my friends to lunch today where kesten and i cooked nasi goreng and choco ball. we had to put cili api in the ommelete cause we run out of normal cili, sorry for that guys,haha.
i got my technical drawing test tomorrow and german test the next day, so i ought to be studying right now.
5 comments:
haha azwa bubuh cte psl pakcik gile tu ade org da bebel2 da psl kuar tgh pg.
btw, cte azwa lari lepas nmpk taxi tu nape xde? hahah :P
cik azwaaa, nak gambaq (^__^) hehehe.. camne test TZ hari ni?
eh kesten sapa pacek yang bebel² tu.. ? erm...
kesten
biar la org nak bebel, kite tetap nk g neumarkt every 1st may pkul 12mlam,haha
oh part tu kne ommited sbb es spielt keine rolle,hehe,ngarut je alasan
ahmad
test okey je arini,hope 2mrw would be better
rotikacang
sape plak yg nak jd roti kat sni ni?haha
spe soh kuar till midntye.midnyte an??haha...
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