GORGEOUS JUNKS

(September 30, 2012)

 

 I woke up at 10 AM, and do my little job (translating the Academic Writing of my friends, Amar) in my bed. It is not so bad, just 10 pages. I can translate it with my DICK'S SISTERS on my phone. I will introducing them to you. Here they are:

1. First dictionary, I called her as POKE DICK. It stands for Pocket Dict. She is amazing but only support English and Indonesian. (Please, don't expecting her to poking for you, guys!)
2. Next dictionary, I called her as OX DICK. It stands for Oxford Dictionary. This is really amazing dick...ups I mean dictionary. No need to buy a new one if I got this dictionary as free. (I think there is no one in this world would refusing the free things).
3. The last dictionary is NO DICK. It stands for Nokia Dictionary. I really love this dictionary, cause it made by Nokia. She support any language which are English, Indonesian, Africaans, Arabic, Bulgarian, Chinese, Spanish, Japanese, Sanskerta, Acehnese, but not Javanese. (Sorry, she didn't have a frog's language one). She is so amazing with its feature: She can speak!!! (So sad since she can't chatting!)  

 

That's all my DICK'S SISTERS. If you want them just send me a photo of yours cause I wanna see your sneaky and silly face!!!

Enough for that, we continue the story. Amar promise me to give me a bunch of pulse to my phone's number. (Long life to you, dude!). He asked me to make it happen in 2 days. Well, we met in a nice looking coffee shop to watching some soccer matches. Talking with soccer matches, I'm really so sad that my favourite football club, Manchester United was defeated by The Spurs (It is my destiny to support Red Devils Army, guys!). In that place, I met a lot of friends. I met my Mig33's friends, (Oh guys, I really missed the moments of chatting with that application!). Next, I met my friends, Ade when I became as a teacher in SMAN 3 Langsa. (Wow, now he works in that coffee shop, congratulations bro!). And then, I met my Junior High School's friend, Nurlina. (She is so different now, more pretty I think). And the last, I met the parking officer. (I don't know his name, maybe he doesn't know my name too).

Now go back to translating spot. When I'm busy in translating, my mom asked me to sell out our junk and useless things in the warehouse. (Oh c'mon mom, I must finished this job before the deadline).

But, I know that I'm a good boy. So I do what my mom said. I called a reddish trishaw and its driver took all the junks. Then, we went to a luxurious central of junks in my village. (I know for some of teenagers will going to shy to bring these such a thing like junks. But sorry, it wasn't available for me, buddy). The hijab woman as a bos in that place asked me what I'm bringing for. then, I told him that I wanna sell my junks. her workers took all the junks and the woman boss is counting its weigh. The result of sale is not too bad. I got about Rp. 115.000, 00,- and bring it to my mom. but I'm still wondering how the workers did their job to refining those junks.

NB. Don't waste your junk things. Gather it, sell it, and think these words, "HOW CAN THE JUNKS SO VALUABLE WHILE YOU DESERVED TO BE A BETTER".