Pagi!
Postingan kali ini kurang lebih sama lah sama yang udah udah. Curhat. Ya abis gimana dong, gue ga punya duit buat beli buku diary yang pake gembok :(
Gue baru balik dari kampus abis kelas jam 7.30 tadi. Gue baru sadar, siklus perkuliahan gue dari semester 1 tuh gitu gitu aja: dateng, duduk, makan, pulang. Pulang dari kampus kemana? Ke sekre. Emang ga setiap hari ke sekre sih tapi ya kurang lebih begitu lah.
Bosen banget kaaaaan?
Ga ada gitu cowo ganteng yang ketemu di jalan trus nabrak gue pake mobil mahal nya yang dua pintu trus kita kenalan? Atau yang nabrak gue pake badan macho nya trus nangkep gue sambil tatap-tatapan? Ga ada banget? Oh! Gue tau, pasti karna gue ga pake baju mini dan ga ngiket rambut miring 50 derajat. Atau karna muka gue kurang planga-plongo kaya Alyssa Subandono? Atau...*mega sigh* Hidup gue kalo dipikir-pikir emang monoton banget. Ga seru kalo dijadiin film.
Gue mulai bingung harus nutup tulisan ini kaya apa.
Ciao!
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
Ayo Vidi, belajar!
Malam!
(Sebenernya gue tau postingan gue ga ada yang baca selain gue seorang, tapi tetep aja gaya tulisan yang gue post seperti ditujukan untuk konsumsi publik. Gapapa lah ya..)
Kali ini gue mau pake bahasa ibu aja, karena gue sudah terlalu lelah bolak-balik buka kamus terjemahan... #maapinvidiyaowoh
Jadi ceritanya, gue lagi di tengah kesibukan mengerjakan tugas-tugas biadab di semester 4 dan pergejolakan emosi dalam mengatur waktu antara latihan, nugas, dan kongkow. Sebenernya sih gak sibuk-sibuk amat tapi sama gue dibikin ribet aja (that's the problem!). Gue masih belum bisa menerima kenyataan bahwa waktu lenjeh-lenjeh gue di kosan sambil nonton film dan nyemil snack dua ribu-an jadi berkurang. Sedih sih dari kemaren IP turun mulu, tapi gimana dong kan gue udah gitu trus ya padahal udah begini tapi jadinya malah ya salah siapa yaudah deh...
Ngomongin IP (dan IPK), sebenernya gak pernah kepikiran sampe se-gini nya sampai beberapa hari yang lalu gue lagi kongkow di sebuah tempat makan, masih di daerah Jatinenjer nan damai dan sunyi (apalagi kalo diatas jam 10), bareng sepupu gue dan dua orang temannya, sebut saja Dono dan Doni. Di tengah obrolan santai dan canda tawa kita (ni geuleuh) tiba-tiba salah satu diantara mereka nanya,
"IPK lo berapa?"
Gue seketika terkejut. Jantung gue serasa dihujam sebilah pisau tajam yang mengoyak organ dalam gue tanpa ampun #gakdeng. Setelah terdiam sekitar 3 detik gue akhirnya menjawab,
"Em..tiga koma tiga deh kalo gasalah"
I kid you not, gue sok-sok an ga yakin gitu untuk memberikan kesan bahwa IPK gue sebenernya bisa aja lebih besar dari itu, padahal mah gue yakin banget emang IPK terakhir gue segitu. Gue sebelumnya masih nyantai aja sama IPK gue ini sampai pada akhirnya muncul lah percakapan yang diluar dugaan gue,
"bohong tuh orang dia tiga koma lima-an" kata sepupu gue
"ih, itumah semester satu" jawab gue
"kenapa kok turun?" tanya sepupu gue
"gatau deh...bukannya IPK emg cenderung turun ya?" jawab gue. aseli ini teh merujuk pada omongan dosen wali gue pas perwalian.
"ah, ngga kok" saut si Dono
"lo tau gak, IPK gue paling gede tuh pas semester 6 (atau 7, gue lupa), tiga koma enam-an" sambung Dono, ngomong ke Doni
Gue lupa si Doni ngomong apa setelah itu sampai akhirnya dia ngomong,
"pas semester satu sih gue lebih dari itu---IPK gue"
Gue seketika ternganga. Rasanya harga diri gue berceceran di bawah meja. Am I that retarded? adalah reaksi spontan yang terlintas di benak gue. Minder? Jiper? Kicep? totally! Sampai akhirnya sampai lah gue pada sebuah keputusan untuk bener-bener belajar di semester 4 ini.
Sampai disini aja dulu deh curhat kali ini. Gue baru inget gue belum ngerjain tugas terjemahan dan baca mater Prose yang mana due date nya besok. Hell yea, The Power of Deadline.
Ciao!
(Sebenernya gue tau postingan gue ga ada yang baca selain gue seorang, tapi tetep aja gaya tulisan yang gue post seperti ditujukan untuk konsumsi publik. Gapapa lah ya..)
Kali ini gue mau pake bahasa ibu aja, karena gue sudah terlalu lelah bolak-balik buka kamus terjemahan... #maapinvidiyaowoh
Jadi ceritanya, gue lagi di tengah kesibukan mengerjakan tugas-tugas biadab di semester 4 dan pergejolakan emosi dalam mengatur waktu antara latihan, nugas, dan kongkow. Sebenernya sih gak sibuk-sibuk amat tapi sama gue dibikin ribet aja (that's the problem!). Gue masih belum bisa menerima kenyataan bahwa waktu lenjeh-lenjeh gue di kosan sambil nonton film dan nyemil snack dua ribu-an jadi berkurang. Sedih sih dari kemaren IP turun mulu, tapi gimana dong kan gue udah gitu trus ya padahal udah begini tapi jadinya malah ya salah siapa yaudah deh...
Ngomongin IP (dan IPK), sebenernya gak pernah kepikiran sampe se-gini nya sampai beberapa hari yang lalu gue lagi kongkow di sebuah tempat makan, masih di daerah Jatinenjer nan damai dan sunyi (apalagi kalo diatas jam 10), bareng sepupu gue dan dua orang temannya, sebut saja Dono dan Doni. Di tengah obrolan santai dan canda tawa kita (ni geuleuh) tiba-tiba salah satu diantara mereka nanya,
"IPK lo berapa?"
Gue seketika terkejut. Jantung gue serasa dihujam sebilah pisau tajam yang mengoyak organ dalam gue tanpa ampun #gakdeng. Setelah terdiam sekitar 3 detik gue akhirnya menjawab,
"Em..tiga koma tiga deh kalo gasalah"
I kid you not, gue sok-sok an ga yakin gitu untuk memberikan kesan bahwa IPK gue sebenernya bisa aja lebih besar dari itu, padahal mah gue yakin banget emang IPK terakhir gue segitu. Gue sebelumnya masih nyantai aja sama IPK gue ini sampai pada akhirnya muncul lah percakapan yang diluar dugaan gue,
"bohong tuh orang dia tiga koma lima-an" kata sepupu gue
"ih, itumah semester satu" jawab gue
"kenapa kok turun?" tanya sepupu gue
"gatau deh...bukannya IPK emg cenderung turun ya?" jawab gue. aseli ini teh merujuk pada omongan dosen wali gue pas perwalian.
"ah, ngga kok" saut si Dono
"lo tau gak, IPK gue paling gede tuh pas semester 6 (atau 7, gue lupa), tiga koma enam-an" sambung Dono, ngomong ke Doni
Gue lupa si Doni ngomong apa setelah itu sampai akhirnya dia ngomong,
"pas semester satu sih gue lebih dari itu---IPK gue"
Gue seketika ternganga. Rasanya harga diri gue berceceran di bawah meja. Am I that retarded? adalah reaksi spontan yang terlintas di benak gue. Minder? Jiper? Kicep? totally! Sampai akhirnya sampai lah gue pada sebuah keputusan untuk bener-bener belajar di semester 4 ini.
Sampai disini aja dulu deh curhat kali ini. Gue baru inget gue belum ngerjain tugas terjemahan dan baca mater Prose yang mana due date nya besok. Hell yea, The Power of Deadline.
Ciao!
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Can't I become pretty as hell?
Good Evening!
This holiday have been quite a lame holiday, seeing that I only go out with my friends TWICE for this one month holiday. But it's okay. I kinda feel this time is a chance to help my parents at home: I do wash the dishes, clean the floor and the table, iron the clothes, COOK some meals. Ah..the last one is a bit strange to me since I have never cooked any food in the house except instant noodle and egg. Oh, I cook spaghetti some months ago but that one was also in an instant version with instant sauce and all the materials within. This time I cook fried rice, sardines, bakwan jagung, fried rice again. I think I'm ready to be married...
Aside from all of the boredom and the cooking, my mind still cant get rid of this one thing that has been filling up my brain for uncertain, illogical reason. I'm not sure I want to tell you what it is. That's embarrassing.
Okay I'll tell you.
My high school friends, all of them, already turned in to an enormous, hot chick I could ever imagine them to be. It's not that I screw them for being hot, but I am here getting darker and skinnier and uglier and darker and uglier.. How can I didn't change a bit in this one year and half? This is not fair. Really really not fair. I have tried to do some exercise in order to make my body looks more appropriate in public places, but what I get is the change in my skin color that turned out to be a lot darker than before. Yea, I do outdoor stuff. I'm exercising by running, sit-ups, push-ups, and other warming up stuffs. I even gained biceps muscle! Hell yea, those muscles just make me look more like a skinny, pansy prostitute.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
What up!
HELLO!
Gah, its been quite a long time since my last post last year. First thing first, I want to say Happy New Year! to anyone reading this; although, the euphoria of new year itself is already over but there's nothing wrong in greeting people with such a moment, right? hehe.
So, what's buzzing right now?
I have just finished my third semester in college and you know, the scores are nothing but disappointment. I've been expecting for an increased final score yet what I get is upside down. I know I've been such a mess, for unable to avoid any kind of procrastination coming on my way, so that its not difficult for me to comprehend this failure.
Talking about the previous post 'Soul Brother', I was talking about a guy I met at a movie shop and in the end of the passage I wished I could meet him again, and I DID! I finally meet him again in the movie shop. Our second meeting was not actually a meeting; because, I saw him walking down the room, took a slight look inside and then went away. I can say he didn't even consider I was the girl who was secretly-yet-obviously observing him on June 4th last year. Or he did. And that's why he went away... shit.
I have absolutely nothing to say anymore since there are too many things happened in 6 months I can't even organize it to be written here. In addition, I feel blessed for what I have and what I had. I dont want to be regretful for anything that turn out to be something it's not supposed to.
Gah, its been quite a long time since my last post last year. First thing first, I want to say Happy New Year! to anyone reading this; although, the euphoria of new year itself is already over but there's nothing wrong in greeting people with such a moment, right? hehe.
So, what's buzzing right now?
I have just finished my third semester in college and you know, the scores are nothing but disappointment. I've been expecting for an increased final score yet what I get is upside down. I know I've been such a mess, for unable to avoid any kind of procrastination coming on my way, so that its not difficult for me to comprehend this failure.
Talking about the previous post 'Soul Brother', I was talking about a guy I met at a movie shop and in the end of the passage I wished I could meet him again, and I DID! I finally meet him again in the movie shop. Our second meeting was not actually a meeting; because, I saw him walking down the room, took a slight look inside and then went away. I can say he didn't even consider I was the girl who was secretly-yet-obviously observing him on June 4th last year. Or he did. And that's why he went away... shit.
I have absolutely nothing to say anymore since there are too many things happened in 6 months I can't even organize it to be written here. In addition, I feel blessed for what I have and what I had. I dont want to be regretful for anything that turn out to be something it's not supposed to.
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