Day ten..

Ramadhan the 10th, 1430 H

mau sok inglish ya. ahem.
my parents already got home, from the semi-pilgrimage journey in Mecca, just call it Umroh, so I do the Taraweh finally with jema'ah again. that night, I wasn't asleep, don't know why but maybe I've been hypnotized by my playstation but hell I'm happy with that. next, I'll just make the point of it, my tenth day:

• I fell asleep, finally, after sahur, and, it has no effect, I was still sleepy so much -apaini-
• because of it, I woke up late, when I was awaken by my sister's high-pitched annoying voice, looked at the clock, an idea suddenly came into my mind, "I ain't gonna take a bath," yes, I didn't take a bath this morning, and it didn't really matter actually. I wore my uniform, went downstairs, and my sister said, "wow, that was fast," and yes, no one in my house realize about it, yeah if you're already created that way so be that way (maksudnya udah ganteng ganteng aja, ga bau pula -yok muntah-)
• I brought some chocolates even tho I was fasting, because I promised my on-her-period friend to bring one, so I brought some, and unfortunately, today there're so many girls are on their period -___-", and one of them asked for more, so I agak nyesel for bringing a lot of it (cuma 3 padahal, tapi enjyiaaaaackht)
  
• I arrived at school, ON time, the bell rang as I stepped through the western gate.
• Met mrs Susi -lalu why-
• ngantuk so much
• the chemy's test paper was finally revealed, and it kinda piss me off, alhamdulillah I got good score, but I could've got better, the mistakes were merely mishaps, damn, this is the second time I felt like that altho this wasn't as pissing as the first one with Mrs Erry, plus that apalah males gue ngomonginny sumpah 3huruf intinya, yeah I hate chems because of my subjectivity, but it's the only science subject that's fun and learnable-without-studying, how dong, how kek.
• as I pissed off, not for even five minutes, someone was murmuring about something, about the caka thing, DAMN I forgot about it, today there will be forum after school, then I asks several of my friends, should I caka'd myself ? ("gue ngecakain diri gue ga ya menurut lo"), then I asked Nori, and she gave me some lecture and I iyaiyain aja'd what she said, but I do understand what she was saying, really.
• I was really hectic in class by those two topics circling my brain, suddenly when the teacher was checking the class absence, the name "Giovanni" was called, and it caused my brain to malfunctioned and asked some of my friend about, "eh saingannya trio kwek kwek apaansih, yang ada geovaninya itu lho yg kayak maho, klo trio kwekwek kan alpandi dea ama leony, ini ada lagi blabla," and fortunately, they're distracted by it and they gosipped about they're past because of me ha-hah.
• I WAS going to delegate myself as PUAPALA's leader candidate, when I've just realized from my Duha prayer, I haven't got my parents permission for they were having Umroh and just got home yesterday night, damn, so many of my friends had supported me and encouraged me to delegate myself, but yeah, you know, parent's will is God's will as well, so what can I say (and apparently, when I already asked them, my dad forbid me because of my sleeping disorder, kebo kebo -___- ngik).
• went through the forum.
  
• I yelled p***mak at Priyo because he meper'd his annoyingly-sweaty-iyuck'd face at my shirt, and he understood -siyal-, sorry yo, that was uncalled for.
• the something's-not-right feeling came as I was talking to Achiem at the school gate, the invisible gravitational field that crushes my chest came, even for seconds.
• got home
• sleep
• open

That's all folks for day ten, sorry for the bad grammars, like I give a shi...ung aj.

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This passing week..

Day zero..
Sha'ban the 30th, 1430 H

Hari jumat, dan, LIBUUUUUR, ya libur pertama dalam rangka pengadaptasian di awal puasa. seperti biasa, molor ampe minimal jam 10. trus maen PS--

*intermezzooo, seperti yang udah dibaca di pos Au revoir, gue berusaha menjauhi ol dan mulai maen PS lagi, dan gue seneng, all this time I think, it's like I need break man, and my dear PS, you. complete. me -ahaaaahahahhahahahay jijigh-. akhirnya bikin list deh maen apa aja, karena mo belajar B Ing ama Jepang jadilah: ah udah ah di postingan laen aja.*

--trus siap-siap sholat jumat, eitz tapi sebelom itu gue ga sengaja nonton insert kan tuh -percaya ko percaya-, ada interview Wulan Guritno gitu dia lagi di Bali, ditanya apa dia ga takut traveling pasca pemboman.

nih quotenya, "what's gonna happen it happens," -LIKE THIS *jempol 5*. AAAH -histeris-.

keren abis udah cantik, mirip kakak gue-itu duluu-, smart, open minded lagi. iya jadi gue emang daridulu sependapat sama dia, ga terlalu masalahin teroris and kawan-kawan.
pertama, they have they're own reason, and I envy them, ah forget it masalah syari'ah susah gausah dibahas.
kedua, ga guna kita berpendapat dan ngehujat blabla tapi gabisa apa-apa dan CSI (Crime Scene Investigator cie tontonan gue) kita kayak gitu, entah emang CSI kita kurang ato emang mereka jenius.
ketiga, mereka jenius.
tambah deh, keempat, pelakunya orang malaysia, jadi kita ada bahan buat nyela malaysia gyaaaaaahahahahah-freak-.

udah ah jadi nyimpang, intinya ya kalo ada kayak gitu ya jangan mikir "ih apaan sih bom jahanam gue jadi takut blabla-apakek sukasuka lo frigh-," ya gini deh, semua yang idup bakal mati, lo anggep pemboman itu sebagai peringatan buat lo supaya bisa beribadah lebih, fastabiqul khairat you know (cie bahan presentasi agama gue, itu artinya berlomba-lomba dalam kebaikan) nyawa lo tuh Allah jentik jari juga ilang dan itu bisa kapan aja, ini malah denger "teroris" aja langsung ngedumel ngerusak mud orang lain -ada yang ngerasa?-, "ya tapikan ekonomi negara lagi rusuh juga seenaknya aja nyenyenye lo denger khotbah si ini tuh ya blehbleh," duit mulu pikirannya.
oke trus lanjut ke si Wulan, dia cerita lagi, kayak, "iya jadi di airport gue ketemu bule gitu kan dia nanya-nanya gue, trus gue tanya, dalam bahasa inggris ya, lo kok berani sih dateng ke sini, ini kan negara bom, trus si bule bilang: kenapa gue mesti takut, lo semua tinggal di negara indah ini mau aja berani toh kenapa gue harus takut?" DAMNNN GUE MERINDING DENGERNYA, kewl abis deh pertama kali gue merasa acara gosip berguna. oiya itu gue ngequote lagi tapi seinget gue doang.

dah sip balik ke soljum, FYI gue soljum di vegas, keren khunddd, solat sambil judi, ga deng itu niknemnya SMAN 113 -prett-. abis itu maeeeeeeen trus, tiba-tiba sore-sorenya gue denger suatu getaran yang menimbulkan stimulan dari gendang telinga gue yang saking tinggi frekuensinya kuping gue berdarah -lebe-, PONAKAN GUE DATENG DARI PADANGGG, ya si Alifah a.k.a 'Pah (baca: eppah) sumpah gue panik tapi boong, tapi ada bibi favorit gue juga yang dipanggil Tachi (it's padangnese for mother's sister, di padang ga ketawan nama asli orangtua-orangtua gitu lucu ya kayak agen rahasia -...-). untung aj pah dateng bawa tachi juga -jadi kebalik-. pokoknya ada tachi dipastikan genduuuuuuut yeay emang gue lagi pengen gendutin badan, dia bawa makanan-makanan yummy dan snack berupa: Richeese roll's 1toples, Richeese nabati 2box, Wafelatos 1box. gila enegh enegh tuh, pokoknya menggugah iman pas puasa besokannya, LOVE you full tachi, youre so touchy. pasti sedari tadi kalian bertanya-tanya, "dalam rangka apa si iblis (pah) dateng?" buat nyiksa gue pake cambuk -inget sherry- tapi boong, ternyata tachi didatangkan dari padang untuk menjaga meine zwei Scwhestern und ich karena besok, 1 Ramadhan, bonyok mau umroh. alhamdulillah. nah karena lunar/Hijri/Islamic calendar starts at maghrib, that's it for day zero. gila panjang banget baru nyadar ngoceh mulu.

Day one..
Ramadhan the 1st, 1430 H

Sholat taraweh terakhir di minggu pertama Ramadhan mit dem Vater und Mutter, abis itu ada briefing dari bokap seperti biasa, terharu ihik. trus maen PS (buat selanjutnya biar ga cape jelasin, tiap hari gue tidur jam 2 malem karena maen PS), tidur, bangun, sahur dengan: ayam goreng balado, rendang, udang balado. kenyang. subuh. molor. bangun perpisahan ma bonyok. maen. solat. maen. solat. molor. buka. haha ada binatang di Jl Pala III no 40, Lubang Buaya.

Day two..
Ramadhan the 2nd, 1430 H

KH gue udah jauuh -tiap hari maen 9jam-. dah nothing special.

Day three..
Ramadhan the 3rd, 1430 H

Masuk sekolah, malesnya minta ampun, biasa sindrom di rumah gue, abis liburan paling ngga long weekend pasti gada yang bangun pagi, apalagi ini puasa, sumpah y rese banget sekolah di bulan puasa, ga efektif gitu feak abis. trus kan nih hari ada UAP, jadilah gue panik nyiapin barang2 kecil yang blom ada di list, untung abis sahur, banyak waktu. lalu, gue heran, kenapa tiap hari pertama sekolah dalam special occasion (bulan puasa ini, sama pas hari pertama masuk kelas XI) kejadiannya spesial juga pake telor. jadi kan gue berangkat bawa carrier yg beratnya -+ 1/3 berat gue -itung ajandiri- dengan santainya seperti hari biasa tanpa mikirin gimana nanti, pas, naek, ojek. damn uah deh frik abis jadi bikin lagu "Backpack di tangan kirimu, Carrier di tangan kananmu", ngeri gila takut carrier gue nabrak mobil yg arah lawan.yaudah tuh lewat rel kereta api kan, dah agak lega, trus kan ada orang pinter gitu parkir di bantaran gerbang sekolah gue, pas ojek gue lewat kaki gue nabrak salah satu ban mobil, bunyi gitu, *bledugh*, AJAIB, gue ga ngerasa sakit. udah ga penting, lari deh tuh gue ke kelas udah rame, trus masuk ditanya ama bu susi,"mau kemana kamu? kemping"-senyum dia-, gue iyaiya aja. nah trus fjhefoadefmniejcneecnde teeeeeeeeeeeet bel pulsek, gue UAP. udah skip aj. pulang, cape, tidur, buka.

Day four..
Ramadhan the 4th, 1430 H

Damn, gue ga taraweh. udah skip aja. sahur. sekolah. TF apagitu gue lupa

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sumpah gue jadi lupa padahal seminggu ini cukup berkesan -apasih- gara-gara ke delay kisah si fak malaysian ini, kapan-kapan postingan ini gue lanjut. iya gue tau gada juga yang mo baca, tapi ini jurnal gue ya suka-suka gue.

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