The House
I live in a, small apartment. Sized with one rectangle with three small square rooms. and a smaller bathroom and a kitchen. The dining room is the living room. But I never had a tv-dinner since the tv is not functioning; ever since I brought my intention to have tv-dinner into the house.
I am very professional in dreaming big things. You can tell. You can see the output very well through this snapshots :
I am very professional in dreaming big things. You can tell. You can see the output very well through this snapshots :
Its okay. Life is fair, it only takes time to be fair. or else, its bullshit.
I am not sure with 21 but I think these are my opinions about 21.
I am having a little trouble with my future, recently and can't stop thinking about any good ways to solve it. Not even google. Not even any version of Oxford Dictionary. Being a 21 year-old girl is always boring and challenging. Boring of being a boring despite it is actually challenging.
Being a 21 year-old girl does not keep you away from being broke. Especially when you're thousand miles away from your parents. (cough) I'm sorry, I have to make that sentence sounds more specific : Especially when you're thousand miles away from your parents' wallet and the only machine that helps you with that is the nearest ATM machine.
That feeling when you are craving for ; let's say, pancakes. A simple mixture of flour which will brings your empty stomach few awesome slices of that mixture.
Being a 21 year-old girl is stereotypical. But when it comes to friendship, it hardened you. Especially when everyone who stands and sits next to you, is a piece of lame shit; Especially when everyone who tries to help you with your assignments, is the most terrifying creature you've ever seen; Especially when everyone who tries to form a group with you, is the one who wanted to boss you in the next few hours. That is why I have a small ammount of friends, and I have no idea why the hell I have over 1k friends in Facebook. But that'll probably helped though. I can see how these people hung out, how those people communicate with each other, and how this person react upon a break-up with a dumbass.
Being a 21 year-old girl is imaginary. I do imagine impossible things. a lot. I once imagined, how would I look like when I can walk upside-down, in a perfect posture. Mehh.
Being a 21 year-old girl does not keep you away from being broke. Especially when you're thousand miles away from your parents. (cough) I'm sorry, I have to make that sentence sounds more specific : Especially when you're thousand miles away from your parents' wallet and the only machine that helps you with that is the nearest ATM machine.
That feeling when you are craving for ; let's say, pancakes. A simple mixture of flour which will brings your empty stomach few awesome slices of that mixture.
So, you're craving for it which merely means you're slowly dying. What else can make it worst when your kitchen's rack is full with only dust, and your pocket filled with a wallet but the wallet filled with nothing but some useless cards? Die? Not yet I guess because you're still wanting that slices of shits. Holy crap, no ingredients, things won't work but how is things going to work when your wallet has useless cards? That insane principle. It is somehow beyond insanity.
Being a 21 year-old girl is stereotypical. But when it comes to friendship, it hardened you. Especially when everyone who stands and sits next to you, is a piece of lame shit; Especially when everyone who tries to help you with your assignments, is the most terrifying creature you've ever seen; Especially when everyone who tries to form a group with you, is the one who wanted to boss you in the next few hours. That is why I have a small ammount of friends, and I have no idea why the hell I have over 1k friends in Facebook. But that'll probably helped though. I can see how these people hung out, how those people communicate with each other, and how this person react upon a break-up with a dumbass.
They never hate each other
Both of these are my pets. Both have no name. I don't think it is because I am hundred miles away from home. Probably because my mom and the rest of my family never notice about these two sweet creatures of God.
My sister captured this. Meanwhile, I am not at my hometown.
They don't hate each other when one side thinks that the other side can be fun.
So do us in real life.
Having some creepy unidentified circumstance inside you
It really makes you feel imprisoned. And scared at the same time. But you noticed nothing about the time, you retain the fear. That feel.
Friday isn't bad, somehow.
Having an unplanned plan never excrutiate you especially when it comes to Friday -- you know, the beginning of your weekend, totally worth it. Me and my few friends went to a lovely place today. Adis Tiporang. I have no idea what does that mean but that must be some words which PROBABLY define about, river. Hah that capital 'probably' means so much.
Anyway this place is located in the northwestern part of Borneo. A good place to relax and chill. And what we did today was, having a homemade pork burger(actually it wasn't homemade, we made it next to the river.hehe). I guess that was my first attempt on diy burger and I fuckin nailed it, because it tasted, so, good.
It took only few minutes to prepare. A magical mixture of chopped onions, minced pork meat and salt for god sake and it leads us to this.
The grill-and-flip basket helped very much for the patties instead of our tiny sausage. ha. ha.
These cheese must be a criminal. They make me hungry now. Gotta go.
Anyway this place is located in the northwestern part of Borneo. A good place to relax and chill. And what we did today was, having a homemade pork burger(actually it wasn't homemade, we made it next to the river.hehe). I guess that was my first attempt on diy burger and I fuckin nailed it, because it tasted, so, good.
It took only few minutes to prepare. A magical mixture of chopped onions, minced pork meat and salt for god sake and it leads us to this.
The grill-and-flip basket helped very much for the patties instead of our tiny sausage. ha. ha.
These cheese must be a criminal. They make me hungry now. Gotta go.
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