hai blog,
oke, time to tell you stories about being back to reality hahahaha.
back from jogja, i finished the report in one seat at the newly mom-designed-while-dad-is-not-home living room and...sent. I did my best and felt great and reading my report, I hope Sardono and his team woke up and realized what kind of writer they're facing.
after finishing the report I could still write two articles for polimoli and I felt the creep in my back, my head so heavy and I was so going to lay down like a dead body covered by blanket.
the next day i was sick with fever, the following day still the same, and the next morning mom brought me to hospital because I had difficulty to breathe and my left chest hurt every 5 minute.
the doctor said my sinusitis is chronic and the mucus drips to my chest causing chest pain and the respiratory infection makes the production of chest mucus more productive. the doctor gave me antibiotics, another kind of pill, and nasal spray. going to medical check with mom is AN EXPERIENCE, since I usually go alone or with dad when I was kid. mom could tell many things about my health history to the doctor, which dad would not ackowledge.
she told the doctor that my sister has sinusitis too but she is stronger because in my case, my tonsils has been taken out when I was 7, and bla and bla bla bla wow. she even confessed to the doc like this "I feel sorry that I take care of her sister better" SUPERWOWOW.
Next thing was going to Wednesday dance practice and I did so slow... my brain was like:
l o a d i n g . . .
Then on Sunday, went to BSD, I thought I was going to have a dance practice, but instead, it was already performance-running-rehearsal. DAMN IT. Watched by the crowds of O2 dance school, this Interlude Dance Academy team was just represented by three dancers. We're 6. One thing that made me laugh was message from Nindi: "Adhit's day = Doom Day!" HAHAHAHAHA She feels me, as it seems. And it was humiliating, for our team to look like paying no effort even just to COME TO THE FUCKIN REHEARSAL.
oke, time to tell you stories about being back to reality hahahaha.
back from jogja, i finished the report in one seat at the newly mom-designed-while-dad-is-not-home living room and...sent. I did my best and felt great and reading my report, I hope Sardono and his team woke up and realized what kind of writer they're facing.
after finishing the report I could still write two articles for polimoli and I felt the creep in my back, my head so heavy and I was so going to lay down like a dead body covered by blanket.
the next day i was sick with fever, the following day still the same, and the next morning mom brought me to hospital because I had difficulty to breathe and my left chest hurt every 5 minute.
the doctor said my sinusitis is chronic and the mucus drips to my chest causing chest pain and the respiratory infection makes the production of chest mucus more productive. the doctor gave me antibiotics, another kind of pill, and nasal spray. going to medical check with mom is AN EXPERIENCE, since I usually go alone or with dad when I was kid. mom could tell many things about my health history to the doctor, which dad would not ackowledge.
she told the doctor that my sister has sinusitis too but she is stronger because in my case, my tonsils has been taken out when I was 7, and bla and bla bla bla wow. she even confessed to the doc like this "I feel sorry that I take care of her sister better" SUPERWOWOW.
Next thing was going to Wednesday dance practice and I did so slow... my brain was like:
l o a d i n g . . .
Then on Sunday, went to BSD, I thought I was going to have a dance practice, but instead, it was already performance-running-rehearsal. DAMN IT. Watched by the crowds of O2 dance school, this Interlude Dance Academy team was just represented by three dancers. We're 6. One thing that made me laugh was message from Nindi: "Adhit's day = Doom Day!" HAHAHAHAHA She feels me, as it seems. And it was humiliating, for our team to look like paying no effort even just to COME TO THE FUCKIN REHEARSAL.
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