For God sake! I've been fancying some brilliant bloggers who just tempted me making this cool stuff. Lately, I always wake up in such mess in my mind, with bumpy face I gaze at my only mirror in my comfy cubicle (actually it is a boarding room). Geez! I am growing so old, look at those pimples are raising fabulously into red spots on such greasy lazy face of mine, yet captivating (say what?) haha. After insatiably praising my own waken-up-look (actually condemning), I hand my lurking towel and wrap it around my neck, wait a minute, I am not taking bath that fast! I surely check my phone for several minutes (sometimes hours) to reply some chats play some brain training games, for the sake of enriching my poor English vocabulary. Subsequently checking my Instagram to see some intriguing pictures like 9.gag (laugh to death), stellar night sky, fairyland night forest and random bizzare stuff, reading some horror stories, psychological articles and novel things unknown in the pictures' captions, then hit some likes. Whenever I start caressing my eyes, I stop reading and go to toilet to take a bath (wait what? a toilet) yes! a toilet! In my county a toilet is used also for bathing, even more in some spots of my living area, the inhabitants take a bath along huge drainage, sounds somewhat disgusting, doesn't it? yet people are still alive LOL.
Being fresh and clean makes my belly is metaphorically screaming out loud to alarm me that I'm starving to death, "go find some food!" my conscience utters deliberately from neither mind nor ears but belly (dude, what nonsense?), I suppose that I start deliriously speak to my own part of body. Having no breakfast sometimes gets me running wild of nonsense, that is why, now, I urge myself so hard to cook for the breakfast, not a glorious cuisine but edible. Served pathetically by myself, a homey feast for one self, nutritional enough for low budgeted one. Savoring every single bite, I vigorously scoop my food with beaming eyes watching Sherlock Holmes (repeated like a hundred times) on my PC, a-five-year old PC with Avenged Sevenfold potrait on its front, what an adorable look of five masculine fantastically handsome men standing upright, oh Lord! I wish I could take a picture with those dreamily guys.. Still I watch the movie with my earphones tight up, I always try to grasp every single word produced by them, wishing my English listening skill elevating significantly.
The next tedious thing to do is to leave for my college, looking forward for Goddess lecturer, for accomplishing my bachelor degree. In my country, research is the last chapter of our study, fact is, we are not capable enough to make a research due to our lack of skill and ability of many things. Indeed, the research is not the research like suppose to be like, yet that is the requirement to complete the bachelor degree. Waiting for lecturer's appearance is monotonously boring, even more sometime we wait for nothing, the referred lecturer is absent, holy crab! I spend like a century for nothing, life!
Dusk awaits me romatically like a bae, another occupation to be occupied to survive is teaching English in a course fulled of excellent people with excellent WI-FI connection too provides me another realm of my tedious thug life. Getting along with the co-workers is a dream-booster in every withered feeling of failure, learning many things from them perpetuates my desire to study abroad, London, a dreamily place to study and the most important thing is to do my parents proud.
I am still bewildered of myself, sometimes being alone in my room is peaceful, but sometimes I spend most of the time out of my comfortable den. I opine my trait sets me so, a sanguine-melancholy maiden with analogous glimpse of people,and who is obsessed of reading someone. Finally I pronounce another perplexing side of mine, do I sound like a psychopath? of course not, because I am a sociopath (definitely a joke) who pursue the whole activity of my lover.. Ha ha Hell no! Okay, then what? then there will be some worthless writings posted..
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