silly afternoon at the grand lecturer's class
today, i got very messed living my room
with pajamas on the floor and wet towel hanging at the outside of my cupboard door
i got very massed founding myself so worried late for the class but actually it was still an hour till the class started
i think i'm still sleeping while i steped my feet at class
this last 4 days i've been two times droped my books at class because i've been slept unconciously
(and one of them near the raced agains the machine black tshirt, gosh..)
but i got lil celebration with myself
just because i did sleep above 12 am this 3 days and still got my eyes fresh
-absolutely not including at the afternoon classes
and at this time i just keep thinking
what is like being at 70
just like my lecturer which is wearing his big round plate eye glasses in front of the class
that keep talking about the education in our country
and surely this is a practical work lesson
not a social care education anyway
but truly i do love this lecturer so much
i think it gonna be so excited to have the 70 candles in our birthday cake and smiling all the time, stands for our own idealism -even though the world even don't care if you're exit or not
: having such a great dedication
and one more
how about having also a small timber house at a small village with Mcdonalds delivery service around
breathe the fresh air and getting old
with my chubby moslem guy :)