The Escapism

Yesterday I went to meet the German private course teacher. She happened to be the same age as my brother, still looks very young but has a baby, a cute one. She shared a bit of her experience in taking Master degree in Engineering there, and discussed the schedule and plan of when to start the lesson. I dunno, I’m still a little bit confused which one I’m going to choose, I’ll find out after this Saturday I’m going to see the second teacher. Both are so far away, one in BSD and the other is in Lippo Cikarang, but distance isn’t a problem (is it?) after from so long ago I’ve been used to travelling far to school, work, and now one more long journey wouldn’t be so much trouble.

After that, we went to Lippo Karawaci to get my hair cut. I tend to always feel touch and go everytime I get my hair cut, I don’t know is it just me or everyone else too? Seems a little bit like going to a dentist. Nervous, can’t get myself relaxed, not feeling sure whether this guy or girl can fix my hair into something better than before, or only making it worse than before. When I was a child, I tend to bow my head while my hair being cut, and avoid looking into the mirror to watch how my hair was cut. The faster it gets, the better I feel. But yesterday’s dilemma was soon be solved, I got quite satisfied with the result. It’s much better than before (which was a total mess). It’s true, you’ll feel good when you know that you look good. And Dena said with a loud voice, “Hey, your hair looks thicker now!” and I felt like shutting her mouth with ducktape

What was next? Dinner at a new restaurant called what Tomato or something (forgot), where the waiter has to lower his position while writing down our order, to make sure that his head must be lower than ours. We ordered chaos, it wasn’t the restaurant’s fault, but ours. I ordered Bolognese, while infact, I don’t like tomato flavour in food. Then Dena asked innocently, “Why did you order Bolognese if you don’t like tomato?” then I was like, “Does Bolognese mean tomato?” She said, “Nope, Bolognese rather means a mix of meat with tomato sauce on top of spaghetti” Then suddenly I felt stupid. We didn’t have much conversation, I only remember something Dena said to me after her brother said something, “Heh, you just want to spend time with me, don’t you?” and I replied, “Yes, I do” without being hesitant at all. It feels good to say that kind of thing to the person when you really mean it.