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Saturday, November 25, 2006

So,

So everyone's complained that this life is boring. Do you think you can handle it when it's not?

So everyone's whining that life's hard. Are you sure you wont be missing how things intrigue you?

These past few days, I have not only complained that school's b o r i n g. I just simply cannot describe the excruciating heart and mind killer by sitting dumbfounded in the middle of the class, with brain that felt as if it has been surgically implanted a chip that says boring in every action.

As part of yesterday's event (Report Card), like usual I came for my own report, not my parents. You know, somehow I've gotten the fact that it's just fine to not telling how you're doing in school. They've got enough problem in their heads without me being a prank to add more in. So yesterday I went home after school, took a bath, and drove back to school, playing volley until the paernt's seminar is over.

After then, I climbed 4 storeys up to the Chapel, the holy place where this event is conducted (How ironic. Perhaps to calm down the souls' of angry parents?) and right after I signed the absent paper, I strode down and chatted to what no other than Michelle ShangHai, my Economics and CB teacher. We played role plays for a while, laughing like hell and annoyed some parents in there, until some parents confronted Ms Yuli for their children's burning Economic marks.

By then, Mr Peter looked at both mine and Michelle's report, exclaiming hyperbole comments, and when he finished, we found ourselves in reflective mood. By then I started to tell him how school sucks. Quoted from various sources at the point:

"School's hell. What's the fcking point of wasting your high school years for this piece of paper??"

"I dont even know what Im going to take next year."

"Im 18. And if I dont get out from here now, I wont be coming out forever."

"I used to love school. There are times when I ran to school just for the sake of being there."

And you know what? This really hits me:

"You know, teacher's being employed for teaching you. And you paid them to do that. So just sit there, and make sure you will never have to do the same thing all over again. Meaning, dont fail. If you want to make it out, then you've got to earn it. Dont give crap to your teachers, no matter how they bugged you. Just sit there, and before you know it, you're out."

Yeah. We paid to be bored.

By the way,

My digital camera's broken!! Dammit. I havent been able to post any new pictures these days. Much appreciation to the pictures I shot during the last holiday. At least there's something to see.

Oh Im dying for my EOS 400D.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Report Card

Today's the day everyone's been concerned of for months. Our final Report Card, final attatchment with Yr 11. And you know what? I dont give a shit. Let it be. No papers will make me sweat.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Monday

Woke up early 5 minutes this morning. You might consider it as a good sign, meaning a fresh start with no lateness in the first day of the week. But the curse of Monday will forever carved into my days. The Glued Eyes. Oh God. The excruciating pain to force open my eyelids to another cold morning and hot bath drove me mad.

Finished my morning routine at 06:40 AM. Another good sign? This is what I ignored. What's the use to come to school at this hour? Sweeping the floors? So I proceed to the 2nd floor kitchen to prepare my energy booster for th day. Opened the fridge, I found that my precious pure white Almond Pudding which I solely made on Saturday Night vanished! Damn I forgot I ate it all on Sunday. So Chocolate Pudding would do the trick. I cut them into similar little sharp cubes, squander it all in my blue lunch box, and poured the sauteed assorted fruit cocktail on it. As I did this, the chocolatey and sour-ey odor tickled my lungs.

My own Chocolate Pudding Cocktail.

As the clock striked its bells, it's time for me to leave for school. Even the joyful moments of breakfast preparation didnt do the trick. Im still as sleepy as before. Hell. Arrived on time, just as Mrs Christina walking proudly to the classroom. Oh did I told you that lateness brought me trouble? Well, let's save it for another day. So, Mrs Christina totally forgot that I was supposed to lead the devotion for this week, and I took it as granted. I slept the whole devotion, savouring every precious moment for my eyes' sake.

Then? Religion test. Damn those True/False questions. English. Another boredom. Finally when Bahasa started, salvation came true. I was excused for 2 periods of Bahasa to prepare for tomorros's poster design competition. Hence me and Audilia climbed up to the empty Computer Lab 2, scribbled sribbled scribbled until break time. As the bell rang, we rushed down for our grand first Freak 4 picnic.

I opened my blue lunch box with Chocolate Pudding and Fruit Cocktail. Audilia brought a Country Style's hotdog, divided by 4. Adimass brought a tremendous piece of cake as a token of appreciation for rapping at Fidella's 17th, and Angelia brought Garlic Bread. There we are, 4 absurd types of students, sitting together with 4 benches rotating Adimass' table, and share our breakfast. We made fun of one another, teased, laughed, and shared.

We enjoyed it so much that we produced a doctrine for Freak 4. Weekly picnics. Yay. So in order to change those "I Hate Mondays" to "I Love Mondays", if in class picnics is all what's needed, then so be it. Audilia suggested next Monday to be Indonesian breakfast.

The rest of the day? Better. That's all I can say.

An Awesome Weekend

Like I mentioned, On last Saturday night, we went to Peninsula Hotel to attend Wimelia's 17th party for like an hour, and blast to ShangRiLa Hotel for Fidella's 17th party, where we stayed all night long until midnight, enjoying the music, chatting laughing and having fun going mad with the guests, who are mostly our IPEKA colleagues.

Oh, 1 more thing. Fidella's escort was hot. Hot hot hot hot hot! He was a tall (190 cm) Caucasian with cute deep dimples and sharp brown eyes with hot dance moves. Another absurd fact about this guy: he's 14 yrs old. One of Adimass' friends from Dian Harapan. Oh how does that freak Adimass know those hot guys.

Came home covered in sweats, sleeping soundly in Ito's car, with occasional glances at South Jakarta's night view with jazz tunes from the radio.

How was your weekend?

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Walao

You want to know how to spend your time for nothing but stress? Be a student. Seriously, the sole reason for me not being able to even relax my tensed muscle is because of the assessment frenzy. As cliche as it may sound, so much to do, so little time.

The only thing which currently kept me going is the fact that tomorrow's Friday. Oh yeah baby. And the parties on Saturday! Yay! Freedom! A momentary fraction of time where you're mind's not preoccupied with those harassing assessments. And those ICC work to do.

Things to do this weekend:

1. Do my "thankyou-project".
2. Start doing Economic Paper. Before it's too late.
3. Translate ICC Invitation. Do some changes and updates.
4. Design ICC Participant Guide Book cover.
5. Relax.

Pray for me.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Sunday Going Monday

Here's a peek into my mind at this very moment:

1. My back's killing me.
2. Oh God. I dont think I can manage another Monday.
3. Come to think about it, maybe I can. I'll have CB tomorrow. That's something I wont miss for anything. Different case with Maths and Computer. I'll give everything to skip those inclass hell. Well, Computer's slightly better than Maths. For sure.
4. Oh my back.
5. Should I be in bed at this time?
6. I hope I wont forget to bring my IPEKA diary tomorrow. I really need to organize things a bit. Seeing the rate of quizes, assignments, and assessments for us, I dont think I will survive without proper reminder.
7. Oh my neck.
8. Huhm. They say we're having volley match tomorrow? I wonder what time precisely will we be out of school tomorrow. I hope it's before Computer and Maths, but after CB.
9. Will we really be out of school before Computer? Because I havent done my HW. Even don't have a clue what's the HW is. Guess it's just something Mr M gave us to fill out the emptiness of his class.
10. Oh my back.
11. When will we move to IPEKA International Christian School? IPEKA Bilingual bored us.
12. Oh my neck.
13. Shoot I didnt swim this weekend. Dammit. If I keep this attitude, I'll stay midget for the rest of my life.
14. Stop forgetting things!
15. Oh I havent change my MSN status.
16. I'll definitely take a bath after this. Brush my teeth. Turn on new CDs. Read Kafka. And finally get some sleep.
17. Oh my hips! Goddamn I need a rest.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Runaway People

Like I mentioned in the last post, we had an exhausting volley practice which led me to an inevitable good night sleep, resulting in another failure of getting up on time, thanks to anyone who invented the feature "snooze" in Nokia 9300. Hence, I was condemned to a 9 lap course track as a result of 20minutes late for P.E. Then, we exercised, and played for 3 sets before we were allowed to leave the court for English Class.

Which, of course, wasnt so bad compared to be having Maths Class in the morning. The idea of meeting Ms You-Know-Who sent disgust on my face. However, as a result of non-stop forced labour, I was sweating like a pig, and I do mean it literally. Fortunately, Im not the only one with that condition. In the middle of the 2nd set, Audilia started to complain about how wet her clothes are. And I think it goes somewhat like this:

A: "Den. Gila. Baju gwa basah banget! Abis ini Inggris pula. Gimana bisa belajar! Duh, males masuk. Bete ah Inggris. Ngerjain analisis terus. Bosen!"

D: "Gila. Rambut gwa udah kaya bisa diperes gini. Mati bener. Mana bisa belajar."

A: "Abiss! Pengen mandi, pulang.."

(Silence)

D: "Ayo."

A: "Ayo apa?"

D: "Ayo pulang. Udah lo ikut mandi di rumah gw aja. Seragam lo dimana?"

A: "Gwa taroh di kantin. Lha terus gimana dong? Pelajaran Mrs Karla?"

D: "Ya bolos lah dikit. Daripada ngga bisa belajar sama sekali. Cenglinya ya begitu."

With this, we took our step out from the left gate to my house, with addition of Angelia. All of us belong in the same class, with the same English teacher, and same opportunity to be caught altogether.

After a glorious (3 of us simultaneously took shower in different bathrooms) hot baths, We glanced at the clock. 20 minutes since English started. We then decided to come on the 2nd period of English, since we assume that it would be extremely inpolite to march into the classroom in the middle of the lesson. We promised to go back during break time. In the meantime, we quickly settled our butts in the most suitable places. I rested my tired bones on my dearest bed, and we spent the satisfactory 30minutes chatting and laughing. Exactly the highschool life on my mind.

After all, dream is a dream, and we were pulled back into reality when the clock strike 9:30. Break time. We smuggled everything back into our bags, and rode back to our DEAREST IPEKA. And it is indeed break time. From the moment I set my foot into my cold classroom, My fellow students started to ask questions, and giving free advice for us, that we're better off not coming for the 2nd period of English anyway. By then, I found out that Mrs Karla was in bad, bad, bad mood.

Oh well. If that's the case, then what can I say? Voluntarily I climbed up to my other sanctuary, IPEKA library. Once again, I was home. The bad thing was, there was a teacher in the library. And Angelia quickly grabbed 2 copies of my brand new HSC Course Global Economics textbooks as a camouflage of skipping class into an individual lecture for additional education off class. I took a copy of Newsweek and Audilia picked Reader's Digest. There, we sat and read for about 10 minutes before Audilia told us that she was hungry and in bad need of Country Style's famous hotdog. This time, I involuntarily walked out from the library to the canteen.

With a hotdog on Audi's hand, a cake in Angel's, and a bottle of AQUa on mine, we sat back on the long bench by the mirror. We chatted for a while, discussing the worst case scenarios for our action (skipping class), and then we went silent. Complete silence. We just sat there, looking blankly, with the morning breeze playing with our hair, touching bits of our revealed skin, with big green trees behind us.

The silence was broken by Audi's comment,

"Hey Den. You should really put this on your blog."

And then we broke into incontrollable laughter, hurting our stomaches, remembering the last time she said that was right after the Mark Robert Fiasco. Another English tragedy. So here we are. 3 Yr 12 students. Supposedly analysing how chocolates were made, sitting and laughing at the same time, with a bottle of red-capped Vit on the table, comparing our favorite desserts.

P.S: We were caught. Mrs Karla told our HomeRoom on the unknown of our whereabouts, and she made us confessed everything. And once more, we, well, I did, laughed badly seeing Audi's blank Im-so-innocent look, and hope that this wont go any further.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Roachy Frenzy

Had a volleyball practice today, the second practice after Yr 12 started. We stayed behind late, until 18:30, playing an additional set with the alumnis. We finally got home after our vision is limited up to only the distance moon allowed us.

As I reached my beloved home, my room is the one place I roamed directly to. Turned on the lights, switch on the radio, and what do I see at the corner of my bathroom door? A cockroach. My heart stopped. Literally. By then, my mind went blank with fear that I literally galloped out as far as my feet could to the phone, calling emergency, my devoted servant.

With that rushed call, my servant hurried up with a cloth in her hand, with no slightest idea on what lays next. The cockroach was gone. Frustrated, I tossed her a light to check beneath every tables and bed. And she found it! The little black beast was crawling for his life beneath my dressing table.

Examined the situation, my servant declared that it would be impossible to diminish that black crawling creature without any additional equipment. And I dumbly sent her away to grab whatever's necessary, and to call additional troop. I personally requested her to go down and bring with her 2 more servants. So there'll be no possibility whatsoever that the fcking roach escaped through one's limited ability to notice.

And guess what? Even with 3 adult female crawling and a tube of Baygon and a stick, the mission failed. The damn cockroach VANISHED! Like really, really gone. Null. One moment he was there, and 1 minute later, good bye. By this time, cold sweats ran through my back, imagining sleeping under the same roof and in the same door with a hell cockroach. The thought brought me into a frantic motion, sending air of chill throughout my body, and my acts.

Half an hour later, my anty-roach-army gave up. I WAS DAMN FRANTIC. And scared. But because I still have humanity craving in my blood, I calmly told them to spray a bit of Baygon here and there to make sure everything's restored at peace. Then I took a bath, the one crucial thing I should have done long before this war started, and came out like a new person. I turned off the light, and headed to the couch, wactching and wasting time.

10 minutes later, I silently rose for my room for a nailclipper, and thank GOD for my healthy normal eyes. I saw a black thing MOVING by the floor. And history seemed to repeat itself. I rushed out, called back a servant, who, for the record, stood and watch for any possible hiding spot for that damn beast. And I went for my dinner with troubled heart, praying for the best.

And you know what? SHE DID IT. I couldnt describe how relieved I was. I thanked her over and over again for doing a job that saved my life. And proudly I announce that once again, my room regained its tranquility as my sanctuary.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

And Also

During my short and indeed lack of visit in HongKong, we successfully managed to smuggle a visit to HongKong's Ocean Park in the midst of sunny sunny sunny sunny and sunny day. It looks somewhat similar to Jakarta's Dufan in a glance, before you notice the sweat marks in all benches in Dufan. Like I said. Similar, but not the same.

By the way. Here's the story of the day. I came across this loveable Western hunk (as shown above) on my way to the cable cart. He was preparing to hit this game which supposedly gain you dolls in exchange to your labour on that sunny sunny day. So I watched with joy, his muscular arms swung high up in the hot air, up, and down it goes.

93.

Not bad. For that, he got an adorable Japanese doll with the size of your palm, smiling to the winner. The scene looked just like in movies. The handsome cute prince walking with pride, holding the prize, give it to the lucky princess. Only in this case, the princess is indeed a handsome muscular Asian guy with tight black shirt. Smiling with love written all over his face.

Another day in HongKong.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Holiday Hongkong Hunks

Two words: IM BACK!

After non-stop ride throughout the city of HongKong and ShangHai, all I can say that it's good to be home, once again. The first thing I did when arrived was to rushed up into my room, and my heart melt when familiar odor filled my lungs once I opened the door, the only barrier that separates my room with the rest of the house. Hmm.

It's both exciting and strange for me to finally understood how adorable and beautiful Asian guys really are, for that matter. For half of my life, I have been devoted to worship those Westerners, for I have been blinded by what no more than my own country. Here, it's like everywhere you go, you see abang abangs. There, wherever you go, hunks. Hunks from all sort of types and sizes, waiting to be acknowledged from all eye angles. Hum. What a life.

And how could I missed the food. It would be considered a crime if I went there and not telling you what it's like, and also to make you all jealous. Lol. Basically, they all tasted the same. Awesome. I've been dealing with round tables for almost all my trip, and they round edge started to got on my nerves. The most exquisite dinner, or supper I should put since we had it at 1 AM midnight just 9 hours to the flight home. Last supper you can call it.

All that trouble of forcing my eyes open for a couple of fishes. You may call it stupid, since that was what I thought the other day. But when I got that first picturesque bite of the white tender and juicy steamed fish, I could not think of anything. For a second, my mind is blank, as white as the fish's pearly meat, slowly dancing in my tongue, tickling every sides as if introducing itself.

Then there was the hairy crab. The winter crabs who lived under the lake which is edible only during Autumn and Winter. I was bewildered when I first ate it. More because I have seen them the second their lives was pinched together with a string, probably chanting their first and final death wish with legs altogether. Once showed, they were.. Them. Nothing different, except the fact that they were alive one moment, and another they was staring blankly with set position and cracked stomaches. Dont forget their hairs. Yeah, like I said, these aint ordinary crabs. These are hairy crabs. Basically, crabs with hairs.

After several minutes passed, the laughter died slowly. It's dinner time. The crabs now being passed around, some with a toss, others with a gentle stroke. I opened mine. There was golden orange crab eggs anywhere I lay my eyes on the opened stomach. Grabbed the chopstick, and indulge myself with ShangHai-nese hairy crab eggs. Oh God. The moment those juicy little balls entered your mouth, they rolled you with happiness, made you close your eyes, savouring every atom that made it up, until theytrickle their way down your stomach, commanding you to grab more. More. More. Until no more was left, just an empty stomached shell. Now it's time for the hard work. These crabs are basically puny, only the size of your palm, and you have litteraly strive to get a glimpse of the soft meat in the hard shell.

The funny thing is, after all those devouring time with Chinese 'most' treats, still I failed once again to fatten up myself, according to my colleagues. Funny. Just by the time I thought I need more exercises.

I know it's fun to be aboard, to live life to the fullest in an exotic country, with room service at your door. As cliche as it may sound, home is where your heart is. And it is.