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I have just watched Thailand movie “ A little thing called love ”. It really was not my habit to watch romantic movie but my cousin made me. I watched it finally and   I cried (really). It reminded me of another story I knew very well. Here is the story There was this girl, who loved this boy. They shared the same high school and there was where the story took place. The girl first saw the boy, who was one year her senior, in junior high school, in one occasion they shared the same table. The girl found the boy was very calm and quiet, he didn’t talk much. The girl didn’t know why but the boy remained in her mind since that time. One year passed, the girl met the boy again when she went to the high school where the boy was studying. She found her adoration for him grew bigger and she knew she loved him.   She joined student organization where he leaded. The girl used to watch him from afar not letting him knew her feeling. She used to wait him walk pass her class so s

                  This time, I feel like saying thanks to everyone who had introduce me first to the books and movies I felt in love with. The first name pop up in my head is Nurul Fiqi. She is the best friend I could ask from heaven. She was the one who introduced me to Detective Conan when I was on first year in junior high school. Umm, actually, the first time I saw Conan was at wall bulletin in my elementary school. My friend, M.Fajar Rahadian, painted Conan and put that picture there. That time, I remember I said, “What is this odd picture and who the hell painted this? Somebody should’ve told him that a kid wearing man’s suit would look awkward.”           Then, since I read the first Conan comic lent by Fiqi, I just kept reading, borrowing, borrowing to someone else, and buying, and so on. I became a maniac. I just felt sorry for happened saying those evil words to Fajar’s picture when I learnt that he kept that comic spread all over his room. Thanks God, he could not see me

My favorite television show is Supernatural. I love it since the first time I set eyes on it when I was on the first year in high school. My cousin was the one who found this show first on tv program. It set on 11pm every Saturday night. Since that time, I can’t keep my mind off it. I started buying supernatural dvds and till now I have 1 st , 2 nd , 3 rd , 4 th , 5 th , and 6 th season. Can’t wait till the 7 th season is released. I love every characters and all story. It never scares me, despite it ensures me that no monster is real haha. I love Sam and Dean. I prefer Sam, to be honest. Well, he is smart, and tall. Besides, Dean is too cute to be ignored. Seeing Dean is like seeing my brothers at all. My three brothers are bossy, dick, bully, and arrogant rulers as Dean but I can’t think about a live without them. Dean taught me every curses and bad words but I think there is nothing wrong about that as long as I use them wisely and mutely.   Watching the show can refi

I love white, black, cream, and grey. I love stripes, And I love jackets. why the hell does Bogor have to be so hot that I can’t wear my fav jackets? I love clothes. Although I am not mall girl type, I can spend more time (than I should be) to choose something to buy, especially when I have to choose one for two items. I don’t like too much color for clothes, too much flowers, prints, or anything sparkling. And I swear I have never own a cloth with polka dots. I don’t like wearing anything that will catch people eyes, or anything that will make people staring at me wide eyed. I always try to blend with people, most people, and stay unnoticeable. I don’t like people looking at me top to toe. It’s making me uncomfortable. That’s why I love neutral colors. Besides, it matches my dark skin, I suppose. Then why do I love stripes? I dunno. I think stripes are cute. That’s all. I am not so girly that I am not fond of clothes with flowers, polka dots, especially animal prints!

I am on my big irritated heart because I have separated from my handphone for a week. I got it on reparation because it was infected by some bloody virus that it kept showing me error message and do not want to work properly. The costumer service said that it would need more than three weeks before I can get it back. Bloody hell. Living without handphone means you lose half of your live. I keep so much programs and applications on my smartphone. So now, living without it means I lose all of my favorite stories on wattpad, English dictionary, so much games, maps, reminder, alarm, diary, to do lists, camera, and music player! I can’t live without listening to music with my earphone.   I feel like living on stone ages. I even have to use my laptop to listen to my favorite songs.   My daily routine started to mess up. First, I woke up late because I don’t have alarm anymore. Second, I can’t remember what to bring or to do today for class because I used to write them before on my lis

Here I am the third grade student on veterinary faculty who is still working on my ass to finish lab work report every day. On this twenty years I have, I barely   appreciate time and weekend, but now I barely have them. So I’m about to enjoy every holiday I have, even if it’s only one day. Being stuck with classes, practicing, lab work, resumes, and making reports every day, I’m starting to worship holiday, day without waking up early on morning and sitting bored on the class. Do you know what is it more nauseating than making report and resume? it is when you are enjoying your leisure time on your room and you have to go back to the campus for meeting or forum. Sometimes, I wish every gates and roads pointed to the campus are closed every Saturday, Sunday, and holidays. It happed many times for me when it was night and I was sitting relaxed in front of the television enjoying my weekend then somebody told me that tomorrow is Monday. Tomorrow is Monday? Again? Where the hell is m