Sabtu adalah hari yang aneh. Setidaknya bagiku. Hari yang didaulat menjadi akhir pekan dimana istirahat dirayakan, justru di hari itulah saya bekerja dari jam setengah delapan pagi, dan saat matahari siang muncul menandakan pertengahan hari, kelas tari sudah menunggu saya untuk membasahi lantai dengan keringat. Dan malam hari saat akhir pekan dirayakan di jalan-jalan, di cafe dan di rumah teman, saya sudah tertidur kehabisan tenaga. Namun bagaimanapun, saya suka hari ini. Hari sabtu. Mari bekerja.
Wow, where should I start? So my comeback to dance class after a month break (sebulan aje dibahas...gimana lebih? Udah jadi buku keleus :D) had been a wild ride. Right away rehearsal for a performance and coordinating an event at the same time. Berto gave me this job from IDF, where I worked as P.I.C for Dance Writing Workshop. My girl IKAN said why am I taking the job if I am so busy? The answer is clear: I need to pay college. Ikan said she can just lend me money and I can focus on my thesis. God, bless this human that is my best friend. That's very kind and thoughtful of her. Anyway, I took the job so I was running 2 events at the same time. One in Cikini, Central Jakarta and one in SOM, South Tangerang. I became an adept Commuter Line user. I no longer mistaken peron 1 with peron 2 and silly things like that, like not knowing which gate I should enter after scanning my card to enter the peron. Duh. Duh 100x. I wasn't particularly on diet but I really didn't want to ea...
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