27 May 2011
A store owner was tacking a sign above his door that read “Puppies For Sale.”
Signs like that have a way of attracting small children, and sure enough, a little boy appeared under the store owner’s sign. “How much are you going to sell the puppies for?” he asked.
The store owner replied,…
(Source: islamicthinking)
dua hari yang lalu, saya pergi ke kampus, wearing my nicest dress. Beberapa bilang saya cantik banget hari itu (yaaa sekalian narsis dikit) dan bajunya lucu (sepertinya yang bilang cantik itu sebenernya cuma mau muji bajunya, tapi ga enak hati.. -..-“). Dan, (gak) kebetulan, hari itu adalah hari wisuda S1.
Bukan, tentu saja bukan saya yang wisuda.. Tapi eks HTS saya — HTS sih pake mantan?! — wisuda. Kebeneran saya lagi bawa bunga juga. Jadilah temen-temen saya cengengesan, yakin itu semua buat beliau yang wisuda dan ketemu ortunya.
Saya balas nyengir. Dan, bukan, kata saya, bunganya bukan buat dia. Tapi buat temen saya yang lain, yang juga wisuda.
Trus dia dikasih apa? Temen-temen saya kompak nanya, kedengeran mirip protes.
Yah, biar dia liat saya dalam keadaan tercantik aja, jawab saya sekenanya. Padahal sih, selain dress itu, ga ada yang spesial dari penampilan saya. Boro-boro dandan, saya malah dateng dengan kurang tidur dan kalo kacamata dilepas, di muka keliatan pembuluh darah biru-biru gitu saking pucetnya. But i gotta say i looked good. *again.. narsis.
Dan, waktu akhirnya saya bener-bener ketemu dia, temen-temen saya sekali lagi mengeluarkan koor protes karena saya cuma bilang ‘hei, selamat, ya!’ dan pembicaraan ga sampe semenit terus kabur, padahal ngucapin selamat ke yang lain pake dikejer-kejer segala. ‘Gimana sih kamu?! Padahal udah cantik-cantik gitu..’
Tapi saya sama sekali ga nyesel. Walaupun mungkin wisuda kemarin, mungkin, yang terakhir. Not at all.
Truth be told, saya udah niat bakal make dress itu buat wisudanya. Waktu saya beli sembilan bulan lalu, saya ngerasa dress itu yang paling cantik, jadi disimpen buat acara spesial.. Dan saya pengen ikut ngerayain salah satu hari bahagianya, wisuda, with looking pretty. Dengan harapan, waktu dia wisuda, kami masih bareng. Mungkin di hari itu, saya sudah berstatus pacarnya.
Tuhan berkata lain. Saya dan dia bubar jalan, satu bulan kemudian. Tapi saya tetep pake dress itu, and there, looking pretty. Showing him what he let go. Showing him that I’m fine.
Pathetic, I know.
Tapi, di sisi lain, sisi ‘baik’ saya, berkata: if this is the end, show him your good looking. And I did.
‘Cause the time to let go of him, has really come.
30 April 2011
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referensi dari luqman herman hertanto, katanya sih nge-quotes dari temennya juga.
*mangap*
(via nyzky))him: take care of yourself.
me: what does 'take care' here include?
him: learn how to be mature.
me: seems like my only problem that you can see is the lack of maturity.
him: 'cause i think you'll be really adorable if you were mature.. but you're not. no offense.
me: would our story be any different if i acted maturely?
him: i think it would.
31 March 2011
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Tapi dosen selalu memberikan ujian yang lebih berat daripada kemampuan mahasiswanya.
dari dodol
(via fuckyeahmahasiswa)
LOOOOLLL ngakak parah :)))
(Source: fuckyeahmahasiswa)
)14 March 2011
soo.. how do i start this..
well, i’m one of the organizing committee of an international symposium at my campus. three days ago, i went to the should-be-a-big-one meeting.. and i found that even though i’m an hour late, only 5 people were there and the meeting hasn’t started yet -__-” talking about punctuality..
never mind that. so at the meeting, there was a guy who’s in different course, he’s the leader. he looks like a good guy — notice: only from his LOOK. he wanted to give our department a file, but since i didn’t bring my flash disk, i asked him to send it to my e-mail. and then all of us were dismissed.
he sent me a message a few hours later, asking for my email. i replied. then he kept sending me messages asking bout trivial things and i replied em too since i got nothing to do. until he asked these things:
him: hey, it’s saturday nite, ain’t somebody gonna come to your house?
me: no. the only one’s coming is assignment.
him: ah then, let me the one who comes. may i? what’s your address?
me: (wut wut wut? WTF? -__-) err we’ll see you’re gonna be allowed to come or not.
him: so, i’m allowed?
him: what about next week.. no, the week after that?
me: (WTF is this guy?!)
then i didn’t reply anymore. he still sent about 3-4 messages -__-“
..and he did the same thing today. i haven’t replied any of his messages since morning and he kept sending some til i got annoyed. but i can’t say it bluntly since he’s the leader.. ;___;
me: sorry, i got my cell slipped.
him: ah, finally you replied! you haven’t sent me any message today!
me: (!&@(*#*^&%.. WHY THE HELL SHOULD I SEND YOU MESSAGES..) huh? so what?
him: well i had fun talking to you yesterday, it felt different with you..
me: (WTF boy i can’t even remember your face now)
you’ve got to be kidding me. man, we’ve only met once! -___-“
and you wanna meet me in two weeks? keep dreaming, the guy i liked even waited for four months to go on a date with me.
me and you? ain’t gonna happen. you’re creeping me out.
2 March 2011
s!b: all of my friends are scared of them.
this is the first time i knew he has scars :O you’re still dang hot, leader oppa! <3
saya: 'ki ngopoooo to ditanemin rumput sejenis jagung ngene..'
temen: 'iyaa, tadinya juga aku kira jagung..'
saya: 'ho-oh, mbak. ra cetho tenan. ki bentukanne kan koyo buat wong mbojo, kali maksudnya ben sing mbojo nek ngeleh tinggal nyomot jagung di belakang..'
temen: 'njuk dibakar pake korek..'
saya: 'bumbunya darimana, mbak?'
temen: 'bumbuin aja pake cinta.'
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