All hail kekinian, not been tagged by anyone else (supported by the "badi" of social media I creep into some strangers' portal) to post the #20factsaboutme, but I'll give you instantly free:
- Marked as Odah for the costless epithet since 2006. If you ask how that nickname came from, lend me a paper with a stylograph, and I'll write down the scheme to explain.
- Spontaneously correcting people who spelled my first name wrong "It must be A with double A, not just an A!" Annisaa with double A, they said. (Back to the late 2011, a friend of my Biology group typed a total error of my name on the cover of our paper: Anisa Saodah. Crackpot.)
- My father always said that I waste his money just for foods and clothes (also its cronies for the details). Makan Cantik and Jajan Cantik are my after-UTS/UAS-daily-routine.
- The real asylum for the artsy-goods-freak like me is just the second floor of Opus One. Been dying to see the gradation colours start from the pastel to the shocking palettes of its store, I easily buy everything I saw cute. That's the reason why my allowance comes to the limit earlier each month, my father will bomb me if he knows.
- Only scissor, ruler (meet the plastics and the metals also), cutter, and glue are the very best pals of my privy desk. All those materials are used for the crafty pleasure, a cry of greeting for scrapbooking.
- Art? Maniac. Digitally used Photoshop for designing since the junior era, and still continuing the same action until now. Propaganda-Poster-and-its-stuff are tickling my pulse everyday, "Dah tolong desain-in *ini* *itu* *gini* *gitu* dong!" commonly record it through my ears.
- For those who don't know, I ail Leg Length Inequality. Contract me for the lifetime.
- I'm-a-skincare-junkie just because to expel these pimples.
- I hate any kind of smokes!
- I have a fake account of Instagram just for following the appropriate cafe to sit in and the online shop to sneak in. (Just like what girls do nowadays)
- I dedicate myself to run six times (or more) on the lap of Saraga, at least once for a week.
- Hardly cry for a sad movie. Hardly.
- Happily having friends who stay overnight in my room, sleepover they described.
- Contributing myself for the debut magazine I organised with the cool team I choose independently. Gladly knowing it'll become so quickly cimpi this year.
- I use my voice for the pop-jazzy-folky-songs. Also, I'd rather choose hearing my favourite songs from the local radio instead of playing them from my own playlist.
- I just read for the children fiction and fairytale stories, and adore Jacqueline Wilson's books for ages.
- I spent my high school life for the English course, started from the beginning until the TOEFL class every Saturday for 6 hours of each meeting. Penyiksaan terbesar dalam hidup.
- You may easily see my hair colour turns to the dark brown when it grows longer to its period.
- I always feel sorry not bringing my own mukena to campus.
- I'm jumping too deep for the academical thingies to appreciate what my parents had done and what they had been giving to me through this 20 years of living. Will immediately succeed everything they fight for me for at least couple years from now on.
For the bonus: I was born to a family group which has India-Chinese-Bengkulu-Solo of their blood.
Namaste.

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