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Thursday, October 19, 2006

SunnyDAY

School's officially over, with a full closure of chemistry exam on the last day. Finally, all we can say is "that's a wrap". Cant believe that im a Yr 11 student yesterday, and a Yr 12 student today.

I'm leaving for ShangHai and HongKong in 2 days. Packed some basic things, prepared coats and all, and lazily sumbered into the couch for hours before exercising my fingers by the piano keys, and a cooling down by this keyboard.

Though all Im thinking is that today is just another sunny day in Jakarta. Nothing special. Nothing different. Nothing intriguing. Just another day. With the sun high up in the sky, blazing like a humongous fire ball, far far far away from where Im standing, but still blinded my eyes with incredible shining rays when I glimpse at it.

Another great sigh. I still think I want to stay in Year 11. Much much more than going up to Year 12. Year 12 means assignments, assessments, our-promised-HSC, and goodbyes. Yes, goodbyes indeed. Goodbyes to those comrades who fought side by side with you, fighting to survive yet another day.

There's so much events which took place this couple of months which makes my lips curled up in a smile whenever I think back about it. Student Orientation Day. The Day Mr Mark Robert Wrathed at Freak4. The Independence Day Games. Lunches. Breaks. Skipping Classes for Sanctuary of IPEKA Library. Volley Practices. Maybe Im not ready to let go. Maybe I know that it wont be the same.

I hate saying goodbye. I really loved my class mates, and I dont think it would be pleasant for me to see we're bombardized into another different classes.

Yesterday, as part of our official last day, we celebrated and prayed for the birthday boy and girl. The girl was Ms Christina Oka, my dearest tiny homeroom teacher, who turned 27, and getting married in a month. As for the other one, it's no more than Michael Ogre, who turned 16 yesterday. Both celebrations were OK. Nothing spectacular. Ordinary birthdays.

Perhaps Ms Christina's celebration were merrier than Ogre's. Maybe the preparation given has something to do with it. We have been preparing for her birthday since before the exam, and yesterday, it was quite a wrap. We came by to school at 9 o'clock in the morning to fix the classroom, adding this and that to make it presentable. We brought out the cakes, drinks, snacks, and present. We set the tables, scribbled "Happy Birthday" on the white board, and stood in a circle with a white candle each.

When the birthday girl entered the room, kidnapped with a handkerchief covering her eyes, slowly we chanted the song "Happy Birthday" as she opened her covered eyes. Her eyes twinkled when she saw us all, her class, smiling and singing for her, in the midst of candle lights. As we finished the song, we asked her to walk round, blowing off each candle in our hands, which summed to be 27, her exact age.

When all the candles are dead, and darkness began to blurred our vision, we put our hands together and prayed, each student contributed a wish for Ms Christina, round and round it goes, until all said what need to be said, and we turn to the waiting cakes.

Maybe what made us all come there wasn't just her birthday, we know, that it was our last day together as a class. The event was closed by the roaming chatting and laughter of the citizens, each enjoying other's company for the last time.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

6 Feet Under-ized

Its 1 hour to midnight, with my exam in 9hours, And I’m sitting here tearfully. I just finished watching the last episode of 6 Feet Under on HBO Signature. It was.. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
It makes me sad, seeing all those people I feel I know dying, 1 by 1. I love my family, no matter what I did or said. Maybe it’s my pride that concealed it, my adolescence selfish pride. It’s funny to feel as if you know those people playing the casts.

When Nate Fisher died, when Nate told Willa he finally loved her, now and forever, even after he’s dead, especially when Claire is saying goodbye to her family. The emotional burden was overwhelming. To realize that soon that would be me. Biding my family good bye. On my way, leaving home.

I know it’s very selfish of me to say that I prefer it’s me to die instead of my parents. I know I am. Selfish. But I don’t think I’ll live another day if they don’t. I just dont know how to tell them that.

I realize that after all, I’m scared of changes. Just.. There are some things I prefer never to change. Forever.

Voila

And so and such. Today has been one of the days which I woke up with a burden on my heart, knowing that I have to fight any temptation whatsoever during this day to study. Tomorrow's last day of exam (too bad for those who took science subjects. Enjoy!) for which I will have Economics. And it is indeed the only thing that occupied my mind for the past 3hours.

I have been reading reading reading reading and finally reading my text book, with a desperate attempt to get something in and hope that it'll stick there until tomorrow. 1 day. That's just what Im asking for.

As a 16 yr Chinese born Indonesian student, as absurd as it may sound, I have never ever in my life got a taste of my country's traditional dessert called "Rujak". Until just now. When Mom brought home 2 packages full of fruits and packages of brown vlas. Awkwardly I set my fork into a mango and gave it a free journey into my stomach. Funny, it tastes quite nice, without those annoying scrunches of peanuts in it. Ewk.

Overall it's nice. A little bit strange at first, but nice. Though I would never understand why people eat that white fruit they used for your whitening scrubs. Funny. They tasted like.. My sister's whitening scrubs she left at her room.

I wonder why, but to be honest, until now I still dont know the difference that differentiate "Ketoprak" and "Gado-gado". I know that both are covered in peanut sauce, with something something inside them. Vegetables? My brain cant recall anything. It's fully preoccupied with market economy. But one thing I baffled at is how Indonesians really loves peanuts.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Hello

Hello. Im in the middle of my exam.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Let's Burn Something

I have never ever seen a car crash in reality. And yesterday, I encountered not just 1, but 2 with my own eyes. 1 is the after, and aother is the process. The scary thing about seeing a crashed car is by imagining that it could be you, your car that crashed the light post to 2.

However, seeing the process itself filled my heart with terror and amazement. I was on my way to Sheraton Media, on the highway, when it happened. I was looking infront as my Xtrail is speeding up and I coulndt afford to look other ways, when I heard this loud shriek next to my car. Shocked, I quickly glanced right to find a dark blue van losing its balance and letting out white fumes with an ear-deafening shieks. My immediate response is to record everything I saw in my brain, when I heard Dad ordering me to hit the gas and get going.

A minute later, Dad told me how dangerous that situation was. He said to just calm down and speed up if I ever see something like that ever again, as the vehicle may as well turn and hit my car instead.

After that beautiful and smooth highway, I cursed and cursed when I see what lays ahead of me. Cars. Nothing but cars and cars and cars. Endless rows and columns of cars. Cars, cars, oh dear Lord. The traffic.

When we finally arrived at the Sheraton, I was bewildered at the fact that they had not enough parking lot for the arriving guests and we are guided to an empty lot of nowhere to park and walk back to Sheraton. It was quite a journey, to see people having a hard time by walking with their LONG LONG LONG gowns and HIGH HIGH HIGH heels. For me, I walked casually with my sandals and jeans. Oh, their envious looks followed me all the way.

Okay, this is where I have to stop. Oh, by the way, the above picture is my logo for my business plan. Notice the gingerbread slash muffin slash cookie slash brown man is wearing a skirt to indicate that it is a muffin? My bad. Haha.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Life After Midnight

So this is what I have been doing for the past hours. I’m really sick of my business textbook, after weeks of non stop work to complete my business plan before Tuesday. I hate the smell, even the pages’ structures when it touches my fingers. It irked me real bad. Wishing 10th September 2006 will arrive sooner. That day, I can and will get rid of it, this time for good.

It’s a really beautiful night. Despite the fact that this is midnight and I am currently stuck infront of my Samsung LCD screen, I can feel the night breeze caressing my skin, as if trying to ease my discomfort. This is the kind of night where your minds go beyond the limit, to see the pitch black starless sky while the song “Quando Quando Quando” fills the air. It is indeed a night to remember.

By the way, I’m feeling burdened by the fact that my Yr 11 final examination will take place this Wednesday. Right after I submit my months-of-research business plan. More details coming.

On top of my to-do-list is to watch “Saving Private Ryan” which was lent for my viewing pleasure by Tommy Supit. I felt guilty for taking so long without watching it. Must watch soon. Hm, considering my condition, maybe after the exam would be the wisest decision.

“ When will you say this to me? Tell me quando, quando, quando. You mean happiness to me. Oh my love please tell me when. Every moment a day. Every day seemed a life time. Let me show you the way. To a joy beyond compare. “

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Birthday Boy

Today's the day. Dad's officially 53! Hip hip hurayy.

Woke up in a messy mood, there's something real strong that pulled my eyelids down again and again. My body seemed to forget how to move. And finally, I woke up. Late. So after some cowboy based bath, I rushed down the stairs, and climbed back up again. I forgot the card.

This time, I was literally slipping down the stairs, the clock showed 07:05. 5minutes late to the chapel. Arriving at the footsteps of Dad's room, I found my breath, and sneaked into the dark-lit room to find Dad's sleeping silently, silhoutted by the morning sunrise from his balcony.

Although I tried my best to walk like a balerina (with my toes), Dad opened his lids after 5 steps. Well, not a very good ballerina I am. He smiled weakly, and I smiled back, saying "Happy Birthday!"

He laugh, kissed my cheeks and forehead, and managed to exclamate a 'thank you' before sleeping again. I slipped the card on Mom's dressing table, visible enough for Dad to find when he's fully awake.

By then it was 07:15. Perfect time to barge into the chapel. With every eyes lurking at my sight. Sigh.

So tonight we're supposed to go out to dinner, to have the long age noodle. But we broke the tradition of the family. Because Dad had promised my brother to delay the eating ceremony until he gets back from his little retreat.

Instead, we ordered a noodle from the restaurant, and ate together under the crystal lamp (read: dining table). By the end of it, we could hardly move. Our stomaches were exploding. God, we're full. And there's still mangoes waiting. Mom declared a white flag after 2 pieces, and left them for me and Dad to manage.

Uh oh.

Dad told me to eat it, and gracefully (with ful mouth of prawns) I said: "No, you eat it!"

Well, it seemed like that's what I said. Dad probably heard is as "Nyem nyem nyam!"

In which he replied:

"Nyam nyam nyam!" (possible meaning: Nah, you eat it!")

"Nyum nyum.!" (meaning: no way im full! You eat it!")

"Nyem Nyam." (possible meaning: It's delicious!)

"Nyem nyem" (meaning: spare me 2 slices. You eat those 7 pieces.)

Finally, I ate 3 pieces of freshly picked mangoes, yellow and sweet and watery.

Oh Im surely is fattening up.

PPGs.

Audilia. Josephine. Marissa. Nadia. Paulina. Denica.

Travel. Stay. Eat. Drink. Shop. Save. Watch. Sleep. Hate. Love. Laugh. Cry. Narcist. Bulliers.

PPGs. Perkumpulan Perempuans GosiperS. Pembantu Pembantu Gerry. Para Perempuan Gahar. Perkumpulan Para Ganksters. Perempuan Perempuan Gokil. PPGs.

There are times when we really hate each other's guts, mock each other, and eventually pissed at others. When laughter became anger. When anger became loathe. Which we survived. From time to time.

There are times when we make each other cry, especially on birthdays. There are times when we laugh at someone, not with them.

Maybe they're all you need to ruin your entire high school experience, or even a miracle. Whatever it is, Im glad we met.

Monday, October 02, 2006

Playing with Numbers

Number of children in this family: 5.
Number of children studying abroad (currently): 3.
Number of children in this house (currently): 2.
Number of child on Thursday, 5th October 2006: 1.

Yes. My dad's birthday is coming in 3 days (5th October), and the 1 child I mentioned is ME. I know that most people would immediately think that I will miss the celebration ( super stereotype!), but this time proudly I say that it is my brother who will miss Dad's birthday. He will travel to enrich his morale and faith on 3 days 2 nights retreat with his so called school mates.

During dinner, Mom asked on present ideas. I said, cakes? She said, just draw a picture of the 2 of you (me and brother) with a big 'Happy Birthday' scribbled on it. Then, mischieviously she suggested to draw a picture of Dad lifting weight on both of his hands, with his pants coming down. That's another side of Mom I have never seen.

By the way, something really really motivating happened today! We have a new Character Building teacher, Mr Peter who has just returned from his study from Korea. Wow. W. O. W. Tall, steady, incredibly funny, and happens to be a cute guy too who are a sanquin melancholic (just like I am). Haha. Exactly what we need 1 week before the exam. A pain killer.

Miss EXTENSION TEACHER is becoming a real pain lately. Here's what happened today:

After 1 and a half period of non-stop boredom, I politely (with my shirt tucked in!) walks to her and asked for permition to go to the rest room. She looked at me from the stairs (since she was writing something on the board), oh those eyes, those cold mean eyes devoured me like a hungry prey, and finally she answered:

"No."

Sulking, I walked back to my seat, pissed by her look.

After 5 minutes, again I went back to my routine, scribbling scribbling drawing drawing, when the girl next to me said:

"Hey, how come that girl is allowed to go to the bathroom?"

As the door closed. Someone is going to the restroom.

Filled with anger, I raised my hand and asked (not politely, more with medium volume that made everyone raised their heads in curiosity):

"Excuse me, Miss, why is that you allow her to go to the bathroom when you said I couldnt??"

"What, Denica? (turning to face me)... *silence*.. Can you hold your need to go to the restroom?"

In which I coldly answered without any further thinking:

"No."

She looked at me for a second, then turned back facing the board, writing. 3 minutes passed, when she finally found an answer:

"I allowed her to go to the restroom because I know that she can solve this question."

Bang.

Now I cant go to the rest room because Im stupid?

I said a "What the hell" under my breath, knowing the risk of getting myself into detention if she ever heard this.

Ah. Times like this made me wonder why I loved IPEKA so bad.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Thanks for making me realize not to repeat the same mistake again, by sharing it to you.

Ah.


Oh hello. My name is Denica and I am 19yo until next April. Currently residing and studying in Rotterdam. Thinks Spongebob is awesome. Loves eating reading writing drinking driving and laughing out loud. Technologically challenged, and generally a retard. You may reach me at dneeqa (at) hotmail (dot) com. January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 June 2008 July 2008 August 2008 September 2008 October 2008 November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010	Thursday, October 19, 2006 SunnyDAY School's officially over, with a full closure of chemistry exam on the last day. Finally, all we can say is "that's a wrap". Cant believe that im a Yr 11 student yesterday, and a Yr 12 student today. I'm leaving for ShangHai and HongKong in 2 days. Packed some basic things, prepared coats and all, and lazily sumbered into the couch for hours before exercising my fingers by the piano keys, and a cooling down by this keyboard. Though all Im thinking is that today is just another sunny day in Jakarta. Nothing special. Nothing different. Nothing intriguing. Just another day. With the sun high up in the sky, blazing like a humongous fire ball, far far far away from where Im standing, but still blinded my eyes with incredible shining rays when I glimpse at it. Another great sigh. I still think I want to stay in Year 11. Much much more than going up to Year 12. Year 12 means assignments, assessments, our-promised-HSC, and goodbyes. Yes, goodbyes indeed. Goodbyes to those comrades who fought side by side with you, fighting to survive yet another day. There's so much events which took place this couple of months which makes my lips curled up in a smile whenever I think back about it. Student Orientation Day. The Day Mr Mark Robert Wrathed at Freak4. The Independence Day Games. Lunches. Breaks. Skipping Classes for Sanctuary of IPEKA Library. Volley Practices. Maybe Im not ready to let go. Maybe I know that it wont be the same. I hate saying goodbye. I really loved my class mates, and I dont think it would be pleasant for me to see we're bombardized into another different classes. Yesterday, as part of our official last day, we celebrated and prayed for the birthday boy and girl. The girl was Ms Christina Oka, my dearest tiny homeroom teacher, who turned 27, and getting married in a month. As for the other one, it's no more than Michael Ogre, who turned 16 yesterday. Both celebrations were OK. Nothing spectacular. Ordinary birthdays. Perhaps Ms Christina's celebration were merrier than Ogre's. Maybe the preparation given has something to do with it. We have been preparing for her birthday since before the exam, and yesterday, it was quite a wrap. We came by to school at 9 o'clock in the morning to fix the classroom, adding this and that to make it presentable. We brought out the cakes, drinks, snacks, and present. We set the tables, scribbled "Happy Birthday" on the white board, and stood in a circle with a white candle each. When the birthday girl entered the room, kidnapped with a handkerchief covering her eyes, slowly we chanted the song "Happy Birthday" as she opened her covered eyes. Her eyes twinkled when she saw us all, her class, smiling and singing for her, in the midst of candle lights. As we finished the song, we asked her to walk round, blowing off each candle in our hands, which summed to be 27, her exact age. When all the candles are dead, and darkness began to blurred our vision, we put our hands together and prayed, each student contributed a wish for Ms Christina, round and round it goes, until all said what need to be said, and we turn to the waiting cakes. Maybe what made us all come there wasn't just her birthday, we know, that it was our last day together as a class. The event was closed by the roaming chatting and laughter of the citizens, each enjoying other's company for the last time. 1:46 PM · Sunday, October 15, 2006 6 Feet Under-ized Its 1 hour to midnight, with my exam in 9hours, And I’m sitting here tearfully. I just finished watching the last episode of 6 Feet Under on HBO Signature. It was.. Beautiful. Simply beautiful. It makes me sad, seeing all those people I feel I know dying, 1 by 1. I love my family, no matter what I did or said. Maybe it’s my pride that concealed it, my adolescence selfish pride. It’s funny to feel as if you know those people playing the casts. When Nate Fisher died, when Nate told Willa he finally loved her, now and forever, even after he’s dead, especially when Claire is saying goodbye to her family. The emotional burden was overwhelming. To realize that soon that would be me. Biding my family good bye. On my way, leaving home. I know it’s very selfish of me to say that I prefer it’s me to die instead of my parents. I know I am. Selfish. But I don’t think I’ll live another day if they don’t. I just dont know how to tell them that. I realize that after all, I’m scared of changes. Just.. There are some things I prefer never to change. Forever. 11:08 PM · Voila And so and such. Today has been one of the days which I woke up with a burden on my heart, knowing that I have to fight any temptation whatsoever during this day to study. Tomorrow's last day of exam (too bad for those who took science subjects. Enjoy!) for which I will have Economics. And it is indeed the only thing that occupied my mind for the past 3hours. I have been reading reading reading reading and finally reading my text book, with a desperate attempt to get something in and hope that it'll stick there until tomorrow. 1 day. That's just what Im asking for. As a 16 yr Chinese born Indonesian student, as absurd as it may sound, I have never ever in my life got a taste of my country's traditional dessert called "Rujak". Until just now. When Mom brought home 2 packages full of fruits and packages of brown vlas. Awkwardly I set my fork into a mango and gave it a free journey into my stomach. Funny, it tastes quite nice, without those annoying scrunches of peanuts in it. Ewk. Overall it's nice. A little bit strange at first, but nice. Though I would never understand why people eat that white fruit they used for your whitening scrubs. Funny. They tasted like.. My sister's whitening scrubs she left at her room. I wonder why, but to be honest, until now I still dont know the difference that differentiate "Ketoprak" and "Gado-gado". I know that both are covered in peanut sauce, with something something inside them. Vegetables? My brain cant recall anything. It's fully preoccupied with market economy. But one thing I baffled at is how Indonesians really loves peanuts. 3:17 PM · Wednesday, October 11, 2006 Hello Hello. Im in the middle of my exam. 9:39 PM · Sunday, October 08, 2006 Let's Burn Something I have never ever seen a car crash in reality. And yesterday, I encountered not just 1, but 2 with my own eyes. 1 is the after, and aother is the process. The scary thing about seeing a crashed car is by imagining that it could be you, your car that crashed the light post to 2. However, seeing the process itself filled my heart with terror and amazement. I was on my way to Sheraton Media, on the highway, when it happened. I was looking infront as my Xtrail is speeding up and I coulndt afford to look other ways, when I heard this loud shriek next to my car. Shocked, I quickly glanced right to find a dark blue van losing its balance and letting out white fumes with an ear-deafening shieks. My immediate response is to record everything I saw in my brain, when I heard Dad ordering me to hit the gas and get going. A minute later, Dad told me how dangerous that situation was. He said to just calm down and speed up if I ever see something like that ever again, as the vehicle may as well turn and hit my car instead. After that beautiful and smooth highway, I cursed and cursed when I see what lays ahead of me. Cars. Nothing but cars and cars and cars. Endless rows and columns of cars. Cars, cars, oh dear Lord. The traffic. When we finally arrived at the Sheraton, I was bewildered at the fact that they had not enough parking lot for the arriving guests and we are guided to an empty lot of nowhere to park and walk back to Sheraton. It was quite a journey, to see people having a hard time by walking with their LONG LONG LONG gowns and HIGH HIGH HIGH heels. For me, I walked casually with my sandals and jeans. Oh, their envious looks followed me all the way. Okay, this is where I have to stop. Oh, by the way, the above picture is my logo for my business plan. Notice the gingerbread slash muffin slash cookie slash brown man is wearing a skirt to indicate that it is a muffin? My bad. Haha. 11:28 PM · Saturday, October 07, 2006 Life After Midnight So this is what I have been doing for the past hours. I’m really sick of my business textbook, after weeks of non stop work to complete my business plan before Tuesday. I hate the smell, even the pages’ structures when it touches my fingers. It irked me real bad. Wishing 10th September 2006 will arrive sooner. That day, I can and will get rid of it, this time for good. It’s a really beautiful night. Despite the fact that this is midnight and I am currently stuck infront of my Samsung LCD screen, I can feel the night breeze caressing my skin, as if trying to ease my discomfort. This is the kind of night where your minds go beyond the limit, to see the pitch black starless sky while the song “Quando Quando Quando” fills the air. It is indeed a night to remember. By the way, I’m feeling burdened by the fact that my Yr 11 final examination will take place this Wednesday. Right after I submit my months-of-research business plan. More details coming. On top of my to-do-list is to watch “Saving Private Ryan” which was lent for my viewing pleasure by Tommy Supit. I felt guilty for taking so long without watching it. Must watch soon. Hm, considering my condition, maybe after the exam would be the wisest decision. “ When will you say this to me? Tell me quando, quando, quando. You mean happiness to me. Oh my love please tell me when. Every moment a day. Every day seemed a life time. Let me show you the way. To a joy beyond compare. “ 12:02 AM · Thursday, October 05, 2006 Birthday Boy Today's the day. Dad's officially 53! Hip hip hurayy. Woke up in a messy mood, there's something real strong that pulled my eyelids down again and again. My body seemed to forget how to move. And finally, I woke up. Late. So after some cowboy based bath, I rushed down the stairs, and climbed back up again. I forgot the card. This time, I was literally slipping down the stairs, the clock showed 07:05. 5minutes late to the chapel. Arriving at the footsteps of Dad's room, I found my breath, and sneaked into the dark-lit room to find Dad's sleeping silently, silhoutted by the morning sunrise from his balcony. Although I tried my best to walk like a balerina (with my toes), Dad opened his lids after 5 steps. Well, not a very good ballerina I am. He smiled weakly, and I smiled back, saying "Happy Birthday!" He laugh, kissed my cheeks and forehead, and managed to exclamate a 'thank you' before sleeping again. I slipped the card on Mom's dressing table, visible enough for Dad to find when he's fully awake. By then it was 07:15. Perfect time to barge into the chapel. With every eyes lurking at my sight. Sigh. So tonight we're supposed to go out to dinner, to have the long age noodle. But we broke the tradition of the family. Because Dad had promised my brother to delay the eating ceremony until he gets back from his little retreat. Instead, we ordered a noodle from the restaurant, and ate together under the crystal lamp (read: dining table). By the end of it, we could hardly move. Our stomaches were exploding. God, we're full. And there's still mangoes waiting. Mom declared a white flag after 2 pieces, and left them for me and Dad to manage. Uh oh. Dad told me to eat it, and gracefully (with ful mouth of prawns) I said: "No, you eat it!" Well, it seemed like that's what I said. Dad probably heard is as "Nyem nyem nyam!" In which he replied: "Nyam nyam nyam!" (possible meaning: Nah, you eat it!") "Nyum nyum.!" (meaning: no way im full! You eat it!") "Nyem Nyam." (possible meaning: It's delicious!) "Nyem nyem" (meaning: spare me 2 slices. You eat those 7 pieces.) Finally, I ate 3 pieces of freshly picked mangoes, yellow and sweet and watery. Oh Im surely is fattening up. 8:38 PM · PPGs. Audilia. Josephine. Marissa. Nadia. Paulina. Denica. Travel. Stay. Eat. Drink. Shop. Save. Watch. Sleep. Hate. Love. Laugh. Cry. Narcist. Bulliers. PPGs. Perkumpulan Perempuans GosiperS. Pembantu Pembantu Gerry. Para Perempuan Gahar. Perkumpulan Para Ganksters. Perempuan Perempuan Gokil. PPGs. There are times when we really hate each other's guts, mock each other, and eventually pissed at others. When laughter became anger. When anger became loathe. Which we survived. From time to time. There are times when we make each other cry, especially on birthdays. There are times when we laugh at someone, not with them. Maybe they're all you need to ruin your entire high school experience, or even a miracle. Whatever it is, Im glad we met. 2:28 PM · Monday, October 02, 2006 Playing with Numbers Number of children in this family: 5. Number of children studying abroad (currently): 3. Number of children in this house (currently): 2. Number of child on Thursday, 5th October 2006: 1. Yes. My dad's birthday is coming in 3 days (5th October), and the 1 child I mentioned is ME. I know that most people would immediately think that I will miss the celebration ( super stereotype!), but this time proudly I say that it is my brother who will miss Dad's birthday. He will travel to enrich his morale and faith on 3 days 2 nights retreat with his so called school mates. During dinner, Mom asked on present ideas. I said, cakes? She said, just draw a picture of the 2 of you (me and brother) with a big 'Happy Birthday' scribbled on it. Then, mischieviously she suggested to draw a picture of Dad lifting weight on both of his hands, with his pants coming down. That's another side of Mom I have never seen. By the way, something really really motivating happened today! We have a new Character Building teacher, Mr Peter who has just returned from his study from Korea. Wow. W. O. W. Tall, steady, incredibly funny, and happens to be a cute guy too who are a sanquin melancholic (just like I am). Haha. Exactly what we need 1 week before the exam. A pain killer. Miss EXTENSION TEACHER is becoming a real pain lately. Here's what happened today: After 1 and a half period of non-stop boredom, I politely (with my shirt tucked in!) walks to her and asked for permition to go to the rest room. She looked at me from the stairs (since she was writing something on the board), oh those eyes, those cold mean eyes devoured me like a hungry prey, and finally she answered: "No." Sulking, I walked back to my seat, pissed by her look. After 5 minutes, again I went back to my routine, scribbling scribbling drawing drawing, when the girl next to me said: "Hey, how come that girl is allowed to go to the bathroom?" As the door closed. Someone is going to the restroom. Filled with anger, I raised my hand and asked (not politely, more with medium volume that made everyone raised their heads in curiosity): "Excuse me, Miss, why is that you allow her to go to the bathroom when you said I couldnt??" "What, Denica? (turning to face me)... silence.. Can you hold your need to go to the restroom?" In which I coldly answered without any further thinking: "No." She looked at me for a second, then turned back facing the board, writing. 3 minutes passed, when she finally found an answer: "I allowed her to go to the restroom because I know that she can solve this question." Bang. Now I cant go to the rest room because Im stupid? I said a "What the hell" under my breath, knowing the risk of getting myself into detention if she ever heard this. Ah. Times like this made me wonder why I loved IPEKA so bad. 8:19 PM · Sunday, October 01, 2006 Thanks for making me realize not to repeat the same mistake again, by sharing it to you. Ah. 11:46 AM ·