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serokokan abis itu sholat maghrib. blog, I'm sick again. Feverish and dizzzzzy. By the way there are some small stories haven't told you. On Thursday, my high school friend Ardina came to Pingu. Her boyfriend was making his graduation project there, shooting the class. Dina took some pictures of us with her ipod. So cool, blog.. I want an ipod too :-D

 

Too bad that day I was really sick so we didn't go out after I work. As you see I wasn't wearing Pingu uniform, I wore a piece of chinese style clothes.. It was bloody red, so cool. Mom said it would look better if I am thinner.

 

Picture above is me listening and learning to sing Katyusha song (a Russian song) and I-don't-like-the-song. Pokoknya that day just felt not good I just wanted to rest in my bed and never wakes up anymore :-D

And then, when I walked home, near a small kiosk, there were two people - a couple - wearing high school uniforms. They were arguing. No, what I saw is, many times, the boy nearly hit the girl. I was very annoyed. This is not right. I was trembling. I should stop him. The girl looked so weak. Just crying and asking if his boyfriend would take her home or not. I asked the kiosk keeper to help the girl but he said "Biarin aja lah mbak.. namanya juga orang pacaran" Ah. Fucker. I walked fast to the nearest security post and asked him to shoo the couple and look if the boy hurts the girl physically. The officer agreed, and even thanked me. Phewh. That made me feel better. As a human, as a girl.
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