Selasa kemarin saya menghabiskan malam saya yang di discovery kuta
setelah terbelenggu selama 4 hari dikarantina karena cacar air,
Berusaha menjadi manusia milenial pada umumnya yang jajan di mall, saat
memilih makanan di breadtalk berdirilah seorang pria bule yang berwajah dan logat aussy - menegur saya
setelah saya mengambil cheese pillow, t2a coklat, roti abon, dan
blueberry muffin... Dengan alis kiri nya terangkat sambil bertanya 'are you going to eat all that?' ...
Kenapa kita selalu menemukan Mr. Right Now di saat terburuk (well i
wouldnt say he's mr. right but he's sure look good to eat) ...
Why is it every time we bumped into someone that has the potential to spend the night with while we are in a horrifying condition such as eating like a pig, please mind you that it is my first civilize moment in a week. Is it a curse from a selfish god put us for not wanting us to have a little fun or maybe the kind of protection that Athena gave to Medusa to keep us safe from harmful germs.
Why did we always meet the cute guy, like - standing naked in someones bed but not wanting to
take off your clothes knowing that you are wearing the world's most
hideous underwear?
it's always the right guy on the wrong time or the wrong place ... and the wrong underwear. Always.
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