
The new students of Gajah Mada university are like amateur troops who will go to the battlefield.
The faces were frightened and tense in the sunlight and bathed in sweat.
Today is the last day of ospek and the seniors are getting violent, playing with the new students.
They young successors of the nation were forced to march by carrying a bag containing 4 kg of stone under the scorching sun.
It is so heartbreaking for those who see it.
Moreover, this afternoon the weather is very hot, as if the sun supports this humanitarian ospek.
Lecturers and rectors seem to close their eyes and consider this a natural thing. Naturally his eyes Pic**!.
Although there are victims later this crazy activity will continue.
This is one of the reasons why Indonesian HR cannot develop, because stupid things are considered right in terms of being considered stupid.
Just compare it with the prospects of foreign universities there which are very, very different from the ospek in our beloved country.
There is no ospek called seniority, the moment of ospek abroad is far from scary. Different if it is in Indonesia ospek more serem than KKN film in Penari village.
Seniors on Indonesian campuses often abuse their artistry ranging from fierce, commando and intimidating ospek participants.
This is clearly inversely proportional to ospek who are abroad.
And ospek abroad, there is no such thing as having to carry strange objects and having to groom and freak anyway.
We ospek in Indonesia are like dogs tied around his neck and his employers are crazy seniors.
Ospek abroad is actually a moment to have fun from the festival and the entertainment circuit is simple and senior is also very friendly and kind, ospek is a place to introduce Campus to new students is not a place to educate humans to be obedient dogs.
If the father of our nation, Bung Karno, said give me 10 young men, then I will shake the world.
Now, how much does our current President need for young people to shake the world?
when we know the young people who are the successors of this nation, their brains are put in the ass.
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Back to gw. Gw and 2 new friends I am the differentiator in this ospek we are the rebel and the differentiator.
While the prospective new students are sunbathing in the faculty field.
Gw, Udin and Reza milih ngadem in the parking lot while muter arak oplosan with chicken KFC as a companion, do not forget the nicotine objects called cigarettes continue to stick on our lips each.
Udin is the original Javanese child of Gunung kidul Yogjakarta whose body is more cungkring than gw with his mohawk hair as if he was the ruler of this place.
And Reza the original youth of East Java Madura who every talk always with a thick accent of madura and every end of the sentence he said will definitely end with the word cak.
Reza's guy's fat but his muscles are hard usual bagget ngipasi satay maybe, sate madura.
With a side-side-climbed haircut,
very similar to Hong Kong movie star Sammo Hung it's Madura's son.
The three of us became familiar and familiar because both became the rebels from the ospek event and more appropriate when we realize we have the same hobby that is mabok and gambling.
The senior was named Bagas Kusuma, a senior who became an impromptu artist because of his handsome face and his intelligent and insightful tone [taiik lah] he was admired by the new prospective students, who were very good at the time, females who thirst for belain and future Campus chicken candidates.
He is the chairman of this year's ospek committee of mechanical engineering 3rd year.
What I saw from the prospective new student is very clear, if it is like a mango starting to enter in the stage of its ranum-ranum, as if asking for a quick pick.
The bokep-faced seniors have started guerrilla since the first day of ospek.
Seeking victims with assaults and stun guns and attention to their targets.
I'm just smiling a little look at it all, I'm not going to go down like that in front of a female.
Not how long one of the senior majors I shouted for the business manangement child to march immediately.
I am still relaxed while talking with two new friends, Udin and Reza.
"So our majors are called that cak". Reza spoke while looking at me.
"Let's eyes soak! Gw your father, call bimo aja kayak the Udin. Sangar gini loe call Abi".
"Yes ri sorry cak, this drink first let not tense". The madura satayman apologized while offering liquor.
"So how did Bim we go there?". asked Udin the kidul mountain boy.
"If you want to go there. There, I ma ogah, hot-hot so that my skin items will not sell later".
"At least you're cak, like you've done it".
The reza replied to a babble that followed the laughter of the Udin.
"Emang your dogs are both nyet.
"So how does this Za we follow the line there what is here?". asked Udin to Reza.
"This is a cak, we follow the Bimo aja from the beginning we have become rebels too right".
"Ok if that's your decision to follow". Udin said steady.
We continued drinking while joking, telling stories about ourselves.
Not long ago I saw there were about 10 senior committee ospek who came to the place we hang out.
I only know 3 people Bagas the chairman of ospek and Tono his representative who is big and the only Fikri whose pieces are cepak kayak security guards and the rest I do not know.
They were getting closer with looks that looked angry towards the three of us.
Instantly the animal instinct I light up the sign of there will be bloodshed.
I do not know the ability of Reza and Udin in the world of fighting life aka world gelut because we only know 1 week.
Hopefully they can overcome half of them and I will be able to overcome the half.
Tense and excited is what I feel right now.
Tense because it will definitely be problematic and excited because it will feel again a sensation that I really miss, the sensation of enjoying non-jok people's faces.