It is not easy staying here…

Always worrying about burgulars breaking into the house…

The guy living on the upper level who is always proud of his green bike and fix it like every week and make his bike ’scream’ loud while doing it…

The same guy is also proud of his car, Mitsubishi(satria) and turn on the radio as loud as it can be wile he is (kononnya) fixing his car…

The same guy is also talking as if the person he is talking to, is 100 meters away from him… Duh!!

Also got curfew, be back before 11 pm… (not actually a big problem)

Children running around in front of the house and played crackers that sounds like a tank explode…

Fogging that make us suffocate and make me ‘balut’ my pluey with ‘kain batik’…

But what makes it hardest for me to stay here is the pressure of living with good grades students… There are 8 of us living together and 5 of my housemates are DL students… Having pointer as high as 4.00, 3.96… Motivating as well as pressuring… But it is a positive pressure…