Friday, 12 April 2013

My (absurd) day..

etoooo...
kemarin internet saya koneksinya payah banget. rasanya aku pingin nangis waktu donlot. *emang udah nangis TT_TT*
dakara, aku tulisnya kemarin tapi baru sempet posting sekarang. hikss.. hikss... 

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Huaaaaaa…..

Today,  April 11th

Usually, I’ve start my Thursday  with morning lecture at college about 7.00 am.*and my first lecture is taxing. (taxing??) with kind of tyranny lecturer TT_TT ever seen in my 2nd semester, hontou ni kowai dessu TT_TTd

Cause today is different, my lecturer needs to go outside country to assist his father during surgery. I hope his father doing well. *I’m still a human being :peace:* so, I gotta go at noon. NOON.*i’ve afternoon class on Thursday*

Whereas this season is such a heavy atsui ever…  hikss hikss hikss.. my sweat droll as my trip to college. And then, the most baka of me myself is, i just realized that today I wear black long shirt with black long trousers and black stripes white knee dress (don’t forget the grey hijab ^^V). So today my clothes color is absorbing heat. ==” hmmm… I feel like attending a funeral somehow.

Oh yess!! My sneakers also black. My motorcycle also. What else?? My heart is black also *meannnn???* whatever… leap it.

While I ridding my motorcycle, I kind of wonder why I’d still alive with this such ridding style ==” I ever couple times before almost swept by wind ==” *how light I am??* and there’re also couple times I almost kill my friend, and thanks by now none of my friend would like to hitch me again =..=

Etoo… when I felt the wind swept my helmet glass*how could you feel  that heh..??!!*
My kakoi eyes captured a man with a nice denim jacket. First thing in my mind is “homo”. Why I said homo??? Blame your own self why have such a princess style ridding ==” otoko but doesn’t act like otoko. Suddenly I remember sekai ichi hatsukoi. Huaaaahhhh!!! What a totally shoujou! If it doesn’t shounen ai. I don’t want to watch. Zettai iia!!

It’s completely drama with love and “it” conflict. Something that “kyaaa….!!!” “kawaaiiii….” “how sweet..!!!” etc etc etc. you know, girls stuff ==” *like you are not a girl!!!!!!!*

And what else yah?? Hmmm… I parked my motorcycle in the basement. Then met my classmate, we were deciding where we will go before the bell ring. She said canteen but AA YKPN hasn’t own canteen anymore. Then we headed to koperasi *I don’t know what koperasi in English* take a detour of “everyday-not-changing” item. And I picked a donut and 2 more snack as my lunch.

Then after that. We pray dhuhur at college masjid. This is what I hate from college masjid. The girls pray at 2nd floor. Actually it’s okay. The “not” okay is ttthhhhaaaattt… ladder. Who created this kind of ladder hah!!!! It’s screwed like screw *yaiyalah!!! Apa lagi yg diharapkan???* you know, kind of ladder that take a shape of screw. It’s screwing me, it’s dizzy me when I up and down. It’s completely sick. My stomach… TT_TT poor you…. Hold on for more 2 years..

The good part is again my lecturer couldn’t attend. But it doesn’t give me much happiness since I’d still doing my accounting cycle. I started recording transaction during Desember 1995. *what years today 11th April??

Now I know the feeling be “an unpayment workers for training” . Such a rodi.. rodi.. kerja rodi. Like the Japanese did to my anchestor long time ago.

At the end of the day, I accompany ElGee bought sushi for her “buka puasa”. I don’t have any money left so I didn’t buy anyting… hikkss hikkss TT_TT

and, I Absorb in front of my PC until now.

Have heard that Japanese youth doing a “kamehamehamehamehamehameha” photo concept nowdays?? I guess Sakomoto Naoya-san want to try one too, as I read above his twitter *that I translate from google translate TT_TT (menyedihkan….)*

Maaa… do as you please Naoya-san. Because you will look good at any weird pose  you do. Huahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha :die:

Okane ga nai ningen is here : momo✩

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