Selasa, 17 Mei 2011

memoirs of baksos

For some reasons I remember my baksos (spcial service) when i was in first grade of highschool. it was the first time i lived in boarding house, without my mom or familiar friend. Well, I had it one but she was in different school and she was also busy with her own business. Still felt alone. When it came to baksos time, i was getting close with my boarding house mate, Sari. We came along all the way together until class diversion separated us. (apa ini bahasanya) The moment while almost my new friend were visited by their parent and no one visited me, was the worst moment I ever felt. I finally realized My Mom's thing--she always came or sent me some foods to me when I had a camp or boy scout--was precious thing and I was want her so baad to visit me. I held my cry and when to my all-the-way-friend Sari, and shared about our activities that day and our feeling to our family. In the night, classic thing, I had a feeling if something's gonna happen in the middle of the night so I wore my complete uniform even my shoes and slept on the edge of the camp. No blanket, no loosen hair, I had my veil completed too. XD and I was right, it hasn't 3 hours we were sleeping and the sunbae's woke us up to line up, jurit malam and lined up again for some absurd punishment. Yesterday in my college activities, I was a bit surprised when my juniors were still enthusiastic while I always could successfully sleeping in my middle-night-activities. L.O.L.

But it was not the end, I got the real worst feeling when I came back from my baksos. While Sari's truck had arrived some time ago and my truck was the last, so of course she had have back to our boarding house. It means I had to carry on my whole stuffs alone. I havent got a close friend yet. No one accompanied me, no one'll help me, No one cared about me and no one remember my name. There's was no my home maid who waited me, who'll carried my big-bag, my small-bag, my bucket, and my mat. I had no one who waited me. That's what I was thinking. Once again, I held my throat not to say a single word, afraid it was a sign for me crying. I looked everywhere and re-convinced my self that there was really no one waited for me and it's time to go home. Go. Home. There was no home, it was just a boarding house. A strange-small room you share with someone else, and you could do anything you want cus there is no one will complaining about except your room-mates, no Mom, no Ibob, no maid. It's all by your self. Once again, I strongly held my throat to breathe more carefully. Haha.
aouuh, it was the worst feeling i ever felt to my home. hope i wont get that again. :'D


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