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hari senin

Sudah jam 12 malam, penghujung hari senin. Jadi bloggie, hari ini aku bangun jam setengah 6 pagi feeling better setelah kemarin tersiksa sakit demam tinggi. Tapi karena masih ngga enak badan, yang kulakukan adalah tidur-bangun-tidur-bangun dan ngga makan-makan sampe jam 3 sore. Akhirnya kelaparan, masak nasi dan manasin ayam rica-rica. Makan deh. 3 potong aja bo, ayamnya. banyak yah makannya? Ik mencoba sedikit mengerjakan Pengantar Karya... yaelah.. cuma sampe 3.2 Bwahahahakakakak (tidak seharusnya ik tertawa). Lalu ik mandi dan keramas. Ik pergi ke Plaza Semanggi karena mama tadi pagi nawarin ikut seminar Percepatan Rezeki.. ahaaha..ada-ada aja judulnya yah. Pembicaranya menarik tapi, pakar otak kanan bo. Ippho Santosa namanya. Tak disangka-sangka, orangnya iih.. ganteng, pinter, bersahaja, dan belia bo. Seminarnya cukup menarik, orangnya lucu... peserta seminarnya aja bo yang gagagi (gagal-gagal gimanaaa gitu). Yah kecuali ik dan mama (narsis). Ik melihat ke kanan dan ke kiri... ebuset dah.. penampilan baby boy semua yang pake kemeja kotak kecil-kecil, emosi mudah dinaik-turunkan.. ya, ik tau, ik memang hobi men-judge orang diam-diam. Ik hobi memperhatikan sekitar dan menilai dari hal-hal kecil seperti gaya berpakaian, cara ngomong, pandangan mata, dsb. Beberapa kali ik berkomentar dalam hati "Ya ampus! Lo ngga ada pilihan baju laen APAH?"
Udah ya blog, I should sleep in order to get well soon. Byebye.
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