august 20

well, i am being twenty something already. what should i say about last August 20 2009. to be honest, that day was quiet a nightmare for me.

. my bruises were still being pains in my a$s

. sudden headache attacked *well, thanks to medical division who gave me paracetamol*

. in an unfortunate coincidence, freak people from Rektorat, let's name her Mrs. Cocky-Against-Stupid-Bullying, protested my committee about the SCL part and gave me a common preach about how the SCL part was not appropriate referring to what western countries did. *yeah, let them become that freakin' individualist who will make your days beautiful because of high numbers of drop out students, madam. Eat that!* And FYI, she did not give any better solution for civilize them in shock therapy way. *sorry, try again next year*

. parental phone(s), i mean phone(ssssssss), came like Gatling shots asked my permission for their MANJA children with so many lies and beyond-senses excuses. *they think i believed of what they said? MAN... IN YOUR DREAMS*

. selfish person insisted me to start my thesis in next semester just because that person knew we wanted the same lecturer for guiding our thesis and said that "Please cha, i wanna graduate", *hell yeah, me too*

. accumulation of exhaustion, both mind and muscles, of three days OPK.

. night confession of the team. it was enough to give me a little bit of heart attack. *keep your spirit, guys*

. sister who suddenly asked me to fetch her, she must have known the consequence of getting home late if she is with me, while i still had an important meeting. and when i already asked permission to leave the meeting just to be able to fetch her, SHE ALREADY WENT HOME. *sucks, really*

. when i got home, me, the one who was blamed by parents for taking my sister home late and i thought they were too busy mad at me and shouted a lot instead of saying happy birthday, honey.

. i skipped my dinner with starving stomach. *i was too full with those anger and these tears*


somehow i beg, God, grab another birthday girl to be tortured, please.







. and of course, you. you still kept the silence within our vanities, even for a birthday daughter.