Sink the Welsh
Stab your facebook
Sell sell sell
Undercooked
Overdone
Mass adulation not so funny
Poisoned honey
Pseudo science
Silly money
You're my honey.
-- Flash Delirium, MGMT
for the past 2 weeks i have realized that during a journey, the strokes is one of the most suitable bands to listen to.
which means, i have to buy their album because my dad thinks today's music is crap.
the strokes is not necessarily "today's music" is it?
so.
november has been one of the most stressful months i've ever been through in my short 16 years of life.
but at least i got through it all, and even with all the complaining and the tears, i finished all my assignments and everything i needed to do, without even asking for an extension.
now that is what i call an accomplishment.
told my selfish, hard-headed self that i could do it, and i proved it.
i deserve a cookie, yes i do :)
screwed up both my final presentations!
because i was not ready, and did not feel like kicking ass.
at least i didn't fail :)
and i had so much fun. i mean, who gets to be princess diana in their presentation, wear a tiara and talk in a poor british accent? and who gets to present their monologues about how chaotic a date is with 'girls just want to have fun' in the background? that's right, ME :)
when i was doing my final assignment for drama, i realized that i'm capable of talking for 13 minutes non-stop. which is somewhat disturbing.
it's either i have too much to say, or the amount of bullshit i produce is immeasurable.
and to finalize that day, i killed a cockroach. i don't know whether i should be proud or disgusted.
but it was a disturbing heroic moment.
what's another disturbing thing?
people stealing my yoghurt. that's right, and it's not only one, the stealer claimed 2 of them hers.
in my whole life, i've only borrowed people's things without telling them. and no, you can't borrow someone's yoghurt because you can't give me back the same yoghurt as it would be disgusting and i do not want someone to puke out their yoghurt to return it, thus taking my yoghurt is an act of stealing.
that bitch.
i was carrying a bag full of crap on that day, walked in the dreadful sun, being completely paranoid because i didn't know how to get from the ktm station to pyramid, climbed and went down the creepy stairs to get to the other side, went through a complete stranger who had his face (and his face only) as his wallpaper on his phone and asking me for my number, walked from one side of to pyramid to the other to get my pens, snapple and yoghurt, realized that the pair of shoes that i wanted is only on 10% discount, walked from pyramid to school with a heavier bag, panicking about biology and math, spent the rest of my time with hanif with my bag pulling my shoulder down, talked about cats and talked with raindrops falling on our heads, came back to the hostel only to realize that i have so little time left to study for my biology and math, put my yoghurt inside the fridge, had a long ass day cramming information in school and wrote my exams the day after that, walked back to the hostel in disappointment in the rain, read each and every page for history and waking up at 7 to sum it all up, cramed 10 supposed essay answers to a paragraph each, spent the night with aparna, andriana and rayceal, woke up at 7 in the morning with hunger, hoped to find my kiwi yoghurt in the fridge...
and it was gone.
in the time span of a bipolar 48 hours, my yoghurt was gone. my yoghurt was all i needed and it was gone.
i deserved every molecule of that yoghurt!
oh wells.
the exams were a total pain in the ass, literally.
i sat there for more than 2 hours - and a record set, 3 and a half for my biology paper.
why?
i took my sweet time doing my math paper, ended up forgetting a 5-mark question on trigonometry identities, which by the way, do not make any sense.
i took 3 hours to write everything for my biology paper, and panicked. therefore, forgetting one of the simplest things i have learned in bio: punnet squares. those were like 4 easy marks right there.
i took 1 and a half hours to write my final 40-mark essay for history, which i had to write in a rush. i think i wrote a total of 1000+ words worth of crap. ha.
which is why, me being done doesn't mean i'm ready.
well screw all the fake smiles i've to paint across my face, i'm done.
and now i shall wait in anxiety for my results to crush my enthusiasm for living :(
i'm surely going to miss the graduates though.
includes that lazy twat aparna. which is weird because she always barges in my room for her grand entrance and sometimes it's just to tell rayceal that she wants to borrow a pen.
*insert wtf look here*
seriously. this is what i had to handle throughout the semester!
but yea, i spent the night of my last exam with her, rayceal and andriana for a G.N.O.
doesn't that sound official? haha, that stands for girls night out... yeah.
we watched harry potter, and all of us cried when *SPOILER* dobby died. all of us except for the emotionless cow = aparna.
i cried when *SPOILER* hedwig died. i don't know why. i just think she plays an important role in harry's life.
then we ate korean food for dinner and were the loudest bunch, talking about... stuff that i do not remember.
but, the highlight of the night was when aparna and i went to jusco to buy bubble tea, since the bubble tea shop beside the korean food cafe thing was out of bubbles. okay, what type of bubble tea shop is out of bubbles, seriously? so, we went to jusco, and we saw pies! i like pies, and so does she. we went to buy pies and the lady was so nice to us and gave us free pies :)
after that, with burning hunger and thirst, we queued up in this very long line. coincidentally, when it was aparna's turn, the cash register was out of paper, so that took me like, an extra 5 minutes queuing. and oh my god, when it was my turn, i only had 50 and she had no change at all. so i had to wait for another 5 to get my change back -___-
took us like 20 minutes... just to pay.
it's disgusting!
i hate waiting in queues especially when there are other counters available, they're just not opened, which by the way is very stupid! i mean like, isn't it good for them because then there would be more cashiers and it keeps the customers going and not leaving them pissed off, like me.
well that was my experience with aparna.
now that the holidays have started, i have 13 days vacant until i smell Indonesian air.
and here i am again, trying to make it everyday an "extraordinary day". talk about corny.
but seriously, it would work!
like, my mom just came in and told me we're going to PD today.
YAY WORLD.
the beach, that's what i need.
the waves crashing on my feet and the sweet taste of breeze.
and the seafood i'm going to be eating later.
i'm sorry crabs, i'm going to be relentless for a bit and eat all of your lovely cousins. but that's alright, you're all going to heaven anyway :)
but it's 11:18 and i haven't showered and we're all not doing anything so i don't know if we're seriously going or not.
i shall talk about my "extraordinary" 14 days on the 20th.
but last and not least, my supposed daily routine of photoshop every morning.
it's ridiculously obvious, but that's the true magic of photoshop. TEEHEE.
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