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My experience in malioboro

Thursday, 9 may 2013 was a historis day for me. Maybe if I said “ I first practice of the English language, not really. But for me it’s the first time in my life, to make feel a trip and togetherness very happy.

Ok,,,,here’s my story on the way to malioboro............

                After to assemble at 10.00 am to prepare and then to take pictures, finally I and my friends are ready to go to malioboro use the bus lines 15. On the bus I feel dizzy, but to heart screaming KERNET  that funny I’am laugh, so my dizzy is lost. While looking jogja’s beauty from the bus I think after I arrived at the malioboro,WHAT I WANT TO TALK WITH TOURIST ? with the knowledge that not so much but a little, I feel afraid and a little doubt. Honestly, not just that my afraid but I’am too confuse, HOW MY STYLE CRAZY PICTURE? Because I don’t like to be photographed, once again I’am honest it’s the most I’am afraid.

                Finally arrived at malioboro. At time down the bus all of my friend the weak and I also feel really dizzy. But after seeing the people on the malioboro street I really spirit, and problem WHAT I WANT TO TALK WITH TOURIST , I don’t care again because I remember in my bag there is a small note about conversation that I made Thursday night. Before crossing I had read. After to take picture in malioboro we begin dispersed. And I so excited. I walk to see lift and to see right look at a tourist but my target is handsome tourist, if old oh no.....! but there are funny from my trip that every person the blonde, I think a tourist. A few minutes later from very far away I saw two beautiful tourist, smooth white, tall, so perfect but after we approach them, they are very arrogant and I go with big smile although I’am verry disappointed. We continued with laugh happily, we don’t know behind us, there are two tourist. I want to prepare the words, but maybe because I’am too self confidence I look back again,eeeeeeee thats tourist nobody had been behind me. I don’t know, where they are ? we almost to lose hope. Move on  again with body very tired but I and my friend keep the spirit.

                My eyes focused to boy tourist who was buying purse. I approach him, I said “ excuse me, may I ask your name, your address and your signatur ? and please this write with I show a paper and marker and than I said again would you like to take picture with me? But I want you and me the photograph the most crazy !!! the tourist answer “ yes”. But the problem now I don’t know style crazy picture,I’am very confuse, sure I afraid but finally I to take picture pickup only. I and my friend continue trip, and then we meet a beautiful tourist. We try approach her, when my friend said “ hello, may I take picture with you ? the tourist asked back ,for what? My friend answer I and my friend want looking for the winner with the most crazy picture. Tourist answer again her said “ why should I? I help my friend to answer I said “ because you are beautiful, tall,and sexy. Tourist answer, oh no..no...no..no. Then we said “ thank you for your time “. We continued trip again, in my trip I’am grumble because the tourist very talkactive.

But after that we meet a handsome tourist, my friend to the point to ask his name, address and his signature and then ask crazy picture. After all of activity finish I and my friend  maybe very tired,  I’am sitting in front of tourist and my ask to his, such like :

ü  With whom did you come here?

ü  How long will you stay in indonesia?

ü  What do you think about malioboro?

Tourist answer all of my Question and I verry2  not understand, sure I don’t know tourist what speak ,I quickly just say “ ok...thanks for your time and I apologize if I have mistake, bye...bye !!!

I and my friend back in to first place and then after my friend come back. We go home.

THE END

This is my true story ....where is your story ?