sunday, 29 july 2012. slept at 2 AM, I had dream about a murder in Cor Jesu Junior High in Malang. We have one more girl in my family, probably my little sister. She's beautiful, but insane. At the darkest night I tried to escape from her but she caught me and there was a murder scene between her and somebody else, and both died. My dad's clothes was full of blood. But my dad was someone else, different face. My dad was a funny person. the next dream, I was in Irin's house, along with some friends. There were Billy the dancer and Cynthia my primary school friend. irin's house was in Bandung, near a mountain. We were gathered there of a project but I forget what it was. We were chillin but inside we were so tense because we knew earthquake was happening
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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