Merry New Bloody Year

Hello cranky people who are becoming cranky because of the fireworks sound effects have been damaging your environment, or maybe becoming cranky because some people have put Twitter as their new rubbish bin to throw away the trash (simply known as tweet) to your personal timeline? Got my point? Nice.

As the one who lives in the corner of this frigging city, renowned as Jakarta's point-of-view, the hysteria of welcoming the newest year (each year) is becoming so vital here. Streets are crowded with some people who are requesting some wishes to live happily ever after (forever) on Earth. I just can say: amen.

Question reveals:

What do you actually do to face the last digit changes on your calendar, Dah?

Answers are given:

As a person who was born by a person too (called Mum), I'm now truthfully wearing a pair of Barney slippers to make my foot feel a bit warm under this frigging chilly air conditioner on my wall.

All stuff of mine magically change to purple color. So does Barney.

And daring myself to finish reading Dork Diaries - Pop Star, authored by Rachel Renée Russell (best seller of New York Times, FYI). But I've newly reached page 140, and it needs 170 pages to end it up. Screw my indolence then. 

Nikki's life is sometimes too complicated to be understood.

Once in a while, I opened my dashboard of this blog and randomly clicking to Putri Soe's blog, finding her first video about "5 Things I Hate On Instagram" and guessing that I couldn't stop laughing over its video because of her facial expression and the way she delivered her speech to the audience. She needed 2 minutes and 8 seconds to do the opening, and I heard a music of "Mamang Gerobak Es Krim Walls" during her video recorded. Awesome to top, funniest girl is alive! So to recall it, I've downloaded this video, applauding myself then, ladies and gentlemen.

"Free advertising. Smart."

Honestly, I realize this holiday will just send me hundred calories to my tiny-little-body every minute my tummy asked to be fed. In fact I lose 2 kilograms of my weight just in a day, and thank God that now I can get my 1 kilogram of fat again, I'm now a 45-kilo-girl. But what the hell is happening with my cheeks? Do these chubby cheeks suit me well? I guess no. Decrease yourselves cheeks, go away to the other side of my body, amen.

Thank you for reading the explanation about what I'm doing during this holly new year's eve. And also thank you for Rudi Hadisuwarno's cosmetic products to make me feel his magic hands through my hair, it smells like saloon-for-everyday! P.S. Don't try to scornfully ruin my beautiful life I've built for 18 years and 9 months, cause I'll face my 19th birthday on the 6th of March (much more important).

Merry new bloody year, everyone.