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today - May 11 2011

woke up at 2 AM, went back to sleep at 4, woke up again at 8. Had no time to exercise, didn't drink coffee, just tea and didn't eat because I ate at 2. Rushed to Pingu to have teachers meeting. Ms.Shinta asked Miss Fani and Miss Indras what they feel in my class. They say, my lack is in bridging. Ms.Shinta lectured much (verbally) how to say things to kid. Ms.Shinta also told me that teacher should be the center of the class. It's my class, not the kids' class.
I accept her critics, and I do need her lectures. I just thought it would be just two of us, not in front of everybody. 

aku ini kena gejala apa ya.. sholat aja belum takbiratul ikram udah baca al-fatihah.. badan lemes ngga ngaruh mau tidur selama apa pun. merasa terburu-buru tapi wandering aja kurang bertindak. astagfirullah.. astaganaga kalau bahasa gaul jadulnya. jadi ga doyan lagi sama lagu-lagu hiphop, sukanya instrumental yg kalem. wassyaah... but music is amazing ya. It is not a human, not a person, but for me it is not merely an object. Sometimes, for me, music is a subject, as a healer or psychiatrist.

 

keren ya gambarnya? itu judulnya 'progress'. aku ngga mau makan walaupun aku lapar. aku sudah cukup makan. ini lapar cuma karena stress, bukan karena kurang asupan.

waw men, this is so cool. Kalau aku mengajar level 2, akan kuberikan pelajaran yang sangat keren ini:

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