What doesn't kill you make you strong ( a line in some movies)
Once upon a time in Blora (really classic, huh?), in the afternoon exactly, there was a girl who stood by the door mumbling about her future (that was me). "Mom, will I be able to enter the state university?" I asked my mom. "Yes. My feeling said that you'll be in," said mom. Guess what, less than a minute she said that, a postman came and handed me a letter from Gadjah Mada University (this might sound like a fiction scene for you, but it's true, man. Miracle indeed happens once in a while). It was said that I was accepted at Gadjah Mada University, Faculty of Forestry majoring Forest Product Technology. Yaaaay!
I was so ready to leave the house, man. Imagined having my own room (all my life at home I shared room with my sister and my brother) and how I would decorate it gave me a thrill. I was going to fly!
Some days after that my dad took me to Jogja (I hadn't been to Jogja, nor he had) and asked my uncle help to accompany us. My uncle lived in Klaten. I was quite stressed up with the papers stuff and the fact that I would be living alone (it was fun when first time I imagined but then I got chickened out), so it gave me high blood pressure..hehehe. Not that high actually...just higher than normal. Same thing.
I was fortunate coz I had already had a friend who lived in Jogja earlier. She passed the PMDK test and got herself a boarding house. I asked her whether there's another room available and there was. I lived next to her room then. This friend of mine was Leny Yuliati, a very brilliant girl. She's one of the smartest people in this world. Made me wonder what she ate that she could understand all those carbon chains, freaky math calculations, and all other stuffs that gave me goosebump at school. You rock, Len!
This boarding house would be called Pinky House later. The house that I lived for some wonderful years. The house that taught me very valuable lessons and experiences. The house that gave me true friends. The house that was named "Disaster" as well...
First Issue: GHOST
Once upon a time in Blora (really classic, huh?), in the afternoon exactly, there was a girl who stood by the door mumbling about her future (that was me). "Mom, will I be able to enter the state university?" I asked my mom. "Yes. My feeling said that you'll be in," said mom. Guess what, less than a minute she said that, a postman came and handed me a letter from Gadjah Mada University (this might sound like a fiction scene for you, but it's true, man. Miracle indeed happens once in a while). It was said that I was accepted at Gadjah Mada University, Faculty of Forestry majoring Forest Product Technology. Yaaaay!
I was so ready to leave the house, man. Imagined having my own room (all my life at home I shared room with my sister and my brother) and how I would decorate it gave me a thrill. I was going to fly!
Some days after that my dad took me to Jogja (I hadn't been to Jogja, nor he had) and asked my uncle help to accompany us. My uncle lived in Klaten. I was quite stressed up with the papers stuff and the fact that I would be living alone (it was fun when first time I imagined but then I got chickened out), so it gave me high blood pressure..hehehe. Not that high actually...just higher than normal. Same thing.
I was fortunate coz I had already had a friend who lived in Jogja earlier. She passed the PMDK test and got herself a boarding house. I asked her whether there's another room available and there was. I lived next to her room then. This friend of mine was Leny Yuliati, a very brilliant girl. She's one of the smartest people in this world. Made me wonder what she ate that she could understand all those carbon chains, freaky math calculations, and all other stuffs that gave me goosebump at school. You rock, Len!
This boarding house would be called Pinky House later. The house that I lived for some wonderful years. The house that taught me very valuable lessons and experiences. The house that gave me true friends. The house that was named "Disaster" as well...
First Issue: GHOST
to be continued....
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