If the voice does not remember.

When I was sorting off my folders of pictures, I came across some art pieces made by a really amazing artist (Shel-Yang) under the category of Soundless.

Shel has this distinctively simple yet really sweet watercolour art style. Her pictures could tell a story without any words.

My favorite collection of hers is, obviously, Soundless.
I had admired and collected her pieces since 3 years ago, when I first came across her artworks. (Fear not, I didn't make any profitable distribution or use them without her permission whatsoever.) The collection revolved around a dark haired boy and a brown haired girl.

Interested?

I googled (don't ask me 'why now') for the stories or artbook behind the Soundless collection and found this on Baidu. It's in Chinese, obviously.

It was basically (a) short story(/ies) published by '落落' (Luò Luò) about a girl named 吉澤玉緒 (Jí zé yù xù) and a boy named 新堂聖 (Xīntáng shèng).
Personally, I like to read their names in Japanese: Yoshizawa Tamao and Shindo Sei
So, the Baidu link I provided had some abstracts and extracts written in it, so if you understand Chinese, just read them! :D

Anyway, I kinda like the Poem from the book, so I decided to post here.
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如果聲音不記得.

如果聲音不記得 有種相望叫做尋找
如果聲音不記得 有種平凡叫做甜蜜
如果聲音不記得 有種爭執叫做保護
如果聲音不記得 有種哭泣叫做幸福
如果聲音不記得 有種辛苦叫做執著
如果聲音不記得 有種期盼叫做等待
如果聲音不記得 有種相聚叫做和諧
如果聲音不記得 有種牽手叫做愛情
如果聲音不記得 有種平淡叫做肯定
如果聲音不記得 有種滋味叫做吻
如果聲音不記得 有種傷痛叫做分手
如果聲音不記得 有種突然叫做幸福
如果聲音不記得 有種冷漠叫做在乎
如果聲音不記得 有種挽回叫做無奈
如果聲音不記得 有種笑靨叫做初戀
如果聲音不記得 有種朋友叫做哥們
如果聲音不記得 有種背影叫做驚喜
如果聲音不記得 有種溫度叫做孤單
如果聲音不記得 有種童年叫做兩小無猜
如果聲音不記得 有種逃避叫做珍惜

My rough translation:

If the voice does not remember.
If the voice does not remember, there is a look [at each other] called search
If the voice does not remember, there is a normalcy called sweetness
If the voice does not remember, there is a disagreement called protection
If the voice does not remember, there is a weep called happiness
If the voice does not remember, there is hardship called attachment
If the voice does not remember, there is an expectation called waiting
If the voice does not remember, there is an encounter called harmony
If the voice does not remember, there is [an act of] holding hands called love
If the voice does not remember, there is calmness called certainty
If the voice does not remember, there is a taste called kiss
If the voice does not remember, there is pain called breaking up
If the voice does not remember, there is abruptness called happiness
If the voice does not remember, there is coldness called care
If the voice does not remember, there is a retrieval called helplessness
If the voice does not remember, there is a dimple called first love
If the voice does not remember, there is a friend called brother
If the voice does not remember, there is a shadow called surprise
If the voice does not remember, there is a temperature called loneliness
If the voice does not remember, there is a childhood called Jeux d ' enfants
If the voice does not remember, there is an escape called appreciation

...I MIGHT (emphasizing on the probability) attempt to translate the extracts and abstracts tomorrow.

20122011

Sam looks blankly at the piece of white-dyed wood fibers in front of him.
He scratches his head in attempt to diminish the nonexistent itch as the frustration slowly grows in exasperation. He realizes he has stared at the piece of paper (or at least, at the new blank ones substituting the crumpled ideas on his waste box) for about four hours.

Sam knows very well that this is merely a high school assignment and that Mrs. Brown doesn't demand much but a mere complete set of coherent words she could grade.
But he also knows very well that he wants to write; as a small means to express his thoughts and silent pleas for others to see.

So many things he needs to reconsider.

Should he write it all?
Should he write little?
Should he write straightforward?
Should he write in secrecy; in codes that not most could decipher?
Should he write at all?

...should he?

Letting out another silent sigh, again he picked up his pen and decided to start scribbling.

--
This protruding blankness in my life,
Not knowing when or how it would be filled.
Let alone what or who would fill it.

This vacancy in my soul,
So untouchable, yet so real.
Young I may be, but exhausted is my heart.

Like cocoon I've always shielded,
So afraid of it ever breaking,
So very fragile I've realized it is.

The little pseudo hope and belief,
The vain attempt of assuring,
I would be okay.
--

Sam reads his work over and over again, carefully analyzes every word, every letter.
He finally smiles at himself and turns off his table lamp.

I've always been the one got pulled out to the lights.
I've always been the one got picked up pieces by pieces.
I've always been the one got concerned by others.
I've always been the one made smile by others.

It's always a passive voice for me.
I want to do things, not get things done to me.
I want to change.

11172011

Hey. I'm supposed to be sleeping right now. But..
--
"Rick."

"What." The lad in question answers monotonously while he continues scribbling down the essential materials and the events arrangement for the upcoming festival. He then shifts his eyes to the list of sponsors and analyzes them carefully. Evidently, the budget couldn't cover most of the cost. He glances back at the words and numbers he had scribbled neatly and frowns slightly. Maybe they need to omit the local band and just hire their school's ba-

"RICK!" A deafening feminine voice shrieks near his ears.

Slightly startled, Rick looks up from his papers to the red-headed girl who is sitting on the chair facing him. The girl grins in mischief and pride now that she has his attention. Rick, having been accustomed to the girl's antics for sometime now, raises his left eyebrow.

"Can't you see I'm trying to work right now?"

"Can't you see I'm trying to amuse myself right now?"

"Go home, Summer." With that, Rick proceeds to concentrate back on his work. Summer is obviously not pleased when he ignores her..again. Is this a way to treat a lady? Even after she has decided to wait for him to finish his work? She even misses her beloved 4pm anime for him!

"You know, your papers seem so bland and I could help decorating it. Thankfully, I brought my colour markers and glitters around. Oh, maybe we could cut out some butterflies too."

Rick put down his pen in exasperation and sighed, "What do you want?"

"Amusement."

"Then go home."

"Come on. Why are you doing all the work? You're the vice president of student rep for screaming out loud!"

"Exactly. And these are my responsibility. Thanks for understanding, Summer."

"Riick!" The girl continues to whine at the uncaring boy. She starts to rock her chair back and forth to create mini earthquakes on the table where Rick is trying to write.

"Alright. Alright. What do you want me to do?"

Summer cheers out loud when she hears his dejected offer, "Tell me a story!"

Rick frowns in disbelief as he asks in sarcasm, "How old are you?"

"Five."

The raven haired guy squints at his friend's horrendous effort in looking like a five year old girl. "Very funny."

"I know. Now start telling me a story."

Rick ruffles his short black locks and wonders to himself how in the world he could befriend someone as unbelievable as this girl.
"Once upon a time.." Rick notices that Summer's eyes round in anticipation and lets out a small chuckle, "there was a young man who worked as a farmer in a small Kingdom called Neskia. His name was-"

"Brendan!"

"Are you interrupting me?"

"No, I was-"

"Good. If you interrupt again, I'll stop the story." Rick almost chuckles again at Summer's pout. He then continues, "Brendan was a hard-working farmer. He lived alone in a small yet comfortable cottage. He worked night and day tiling his land. He grew a lot of crops and always sold his goods in low prices. He also offered the same kindness to everyone. All in all, he was a well-respected farmer.

"One day, he traveled to the market to buy some supplies. He had bought some seeds, bread and some daily needs items. On his way home, he bumped into someone and dropped his bought items.

'S-Sorry.' a melodious and sweet feminine voice resounded. 'Are you okay?' the lady asked.

Brendan was rendered speechless as he dove into a pair of ocean blue orbs staring innocently at him. He nodded absentmindedly as he admired her long golden silky tresses. He could smell faint roses fragrance as the lady handed back some of his scattered belongings.

'I believe that's all you've dropped.' The lady smiled sweetly at Brendan. Brendan tried to stretch his facial muscle to form an awkward smile. However, their (one-way) conversation was cut short when a voice called out.

'Princess Spring! We need to hurry!'

'Coming!'

With that, the princess left the poor farmer without another word. They never crossed path again ever since that day. And the farmer, could only look at her in admiration from afar.

The End."

The redhead frowned at the raven haired boy, "What? The End? That's not an end!"

"Yes it is. I tell the story, I decide when it's going to end." She could feel his darkened mood.

She knows better to stop, but yet-

"So, Brendan will stay like that forever? Not even bother to try approaching Princess Spring?"

"Yes. He's a mere farmer and she's a Princess. They won't change. Forever."

She knows not to pry further, but yet-
"So what if she's a Princess? She still has heart right? She could fall for Brendan for sure! Brendan. What a joke. What sort of loser is that? Giving up without putting any effort! Can't he at least-"

"SHUT UP!" Summer is taken aback from the unexpected loud interruption, "You don't know anything about Brendan." His voice is cold and bitter. His scowl reflects all the sourness he's experiencing at the moment. "Don't judge him like you have the right to do so."

Summer tries hard not to tremble as she glares back. She's only trying to help and make suggestion for Brendan. She wants Brendan to go for his happiness instead of watching in silence forever.

Rick then backs off and sighs, "I'm sorry for yelling. I'll go wash my face. I must have been too tired." He walks across the room and goes out without even looking back at the redhead.

Summer looks at his retreating figure and sighs. Maybe she has crossed the line. Maybe she needs to be gentler.

She knows he's talking about her.

Maybe because she's not her.

The last thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
"I know Brendan more than you know...idiot."
--

It's 2:28AM. I NEED TO SLEEP.
Weird post by the way, I know. :/

14112011.

Hey there.
I figure I haven't updated anything about my life for long enough.

First things first.
JAY CHOU HAS JUST RELEASED HIS 11TH ALBUM ON 11/11/2011!!

驚嘆號 (Exclamation Point)
The complete Track List:
1. "驚嘆號" (Jīng Tàn Hào Exclamation Mark)
2. "迷魂曲" (Mí Hún Qǔ Enchanting Melody)
3. "Mine Mine"
4. "公主病" (Gōng Zhǔ Bìng Princess Syndrome)
5. "你好嗎" (Nǐ Hǎo Ma How Are You?)
6. "療傷燒肉粽" (Liáo Shāng Shāo Ròu Zòng Healing Dumplings)
7. "琴傷" (Qín Shāng Piano Sadness)
8. "水手怕水" (Shuǐ Shǒu Pà Shuǐ Hydrophobic Sailor)
9. "世界未末日" (Shì Jiè Wèi Mò Rì The World's Not Over)
10. "皮影戲" (Pí Yǐng Xì Shadow Puppetry)
11. "超跑女神" (Chāo Pǎo Nǚ Shén The Goddess of Race)

How epic is that?
Sadly, I haven't had the chance to purchase one copy for myself..yet.
Since I'm a pirate, I've listened to every song in it.

The first two tracks introduced to me were "驚嘆號" and "Mine Mine". I have to be honest: I was pretty disappointed when I listened to them for the first time.
(Okay, here comes the know-it-all bitching)
As for "驚嘆號", maybe it's because I'm not a big fan of Chinese-rock songs and the poor quality of the sample song I found didn't help either.
Whereas "Mine Mine" on the other hand, is pretty easy on ear. I like the music. But then again, Jay decided to autotune the whole song, and I was like, 'WTF Jay, your voice sounds brilliant without all those artificial touches.'

However after the album was released and after I listened to all the tracks, I've decided, I LOVE the album.

I mean, are you kidding, the whole album has been on repeat on my playlist for like the whole day. (Some of my contacts must have noticed it.)
(Don't worry, I WILL BUY the album.)

My favorite song by far is "你好嗎".
Its mellow melody and simple yet deep lyrics manage to get me. :)
And of course, Jay always manages to sing sad songs so well that it (almost) always touches my heart. (Over-dramatic much?)

Following closely is "公主病", the melody of which is pretty similar to "陽光宅男" (a song from his past album "我很忙", well...Jay himself has demonstrated it actually, far before the makings of the album.

The lyrics of "公主病" are so fluffy that I melted the moment I learned about it..almost literally. It should be illegal for someone his age to be so cute!

The other songs, they're good, but they haven't struck me as hard as the two above do..yet.

In conclusion: All in all, I love the album.
Jay NEVER disappoints me.
(But then again, I always love the songs made by Jay..)
(And then again, I was a tad bit shocked when I first heard about his so-called marriage..I'm not going to lie: I was depressed, devastated. Fanatic much?)
--

So, about my day today..
The whole day went just fine, nothing too bad nor too good happened.
My EB (English for Business) lecturer handed us back our individual feedbacks on our previous assessments. The feedbacks aren't mandatory for the lecturers, she just chose to provide us with some. Thank her.
At first when I read the words 'Well done!', 'Good Job!' etc in the feedback paper, needless to say I almost jumped up and down in excitement.
But after reading through some of my friends' feedbacks which contain almost similar words, I started to doubt the ambiguity meaning behind the words.
Is she trying to console us, who didn't do as well as the others?
Or does that mean the work we did is sufficient?

...I doubt it.

Anyhow, nothing else of importance emerges.
However, my journey back today wasn't as enjoyable as the other days.
First of all, the bus was fully packed. I tried to wriggle out when I realize my friend couldn't get in, but I was roughly shoved by the bus' entrance door. Thankfully I didn't get squeezed (to death by the door) or something.

When we arrived at the next stop, the driver didn't even bother to inform me that he was going to open the door. I mean hello? Am I supposed to notice anything with my back facing the door, I obviously couldn't see a thing.
If I wasn't wrong, the other drivers did make a short announcement when they were about to do so..
And what was he thinking? We could barely move and he still expected more passengers to ride? Come on, at least let the passengers alight first, won't you?

In the end, my right slipper was stuck..under the door. I struggled to get it back (and I believe some people outside the bus watched me did so) before quickly made my way to the body of the bus.
--

Yes I do love leaving my stories hanging like this. :)
(Actually nothing happened afterwards, just some boring walking and boring eating and boring browsing and a bit boring sketching before blogging boring post...)

Another thing is, I'm about to face my first semester examination in about 15 days..and that sucks.
(I don't know, I just have the habit of blogging just right before examinations..I guess.)

I should be revising right now..

Naturally.

Some people are just...
So naturally beautiful.
So naturally smart.
So naturally loveable.
So naturally healthy.
So naturally friendly.
So naturally patient.
So naturally kindhearted.
So naturally perfect.

What about the others?

Little Girl.

There is an awkward little girl bearing a straw hat who's looking for something.
She walks and walks, all this time she has always been alone.
She walks and walks, and sometimes wonders why she's alone.

There are times when the little girl stops to look at that dandelion floating along the wind.
Her eyes glimmers and sparkles as she admires its simplicity.
She has always reached out her hand but has always quickly pulled it back.
She has always been terrified if she touches it, she will taint its purity.

So instead, she just turns around and walks.
She walks and walks, even though it hurts her to leave.
She walks and walks, and sometimes she turns back once or twice.

Today, the little girl arrives at the field of golden wheat.
She beams when she sees some figures amongst the field.
Thinking, 'Are they who I'm looking for?'

She hums as she skips across the grass.
Unknowingly, she bumps into a transparent glass.
She pulls herself up and stares at it.
Raising her hand almost hesitantly, she touches the glass.
She then glances up, wondering if she could see the top of the glass.
And although she squints and jumps, she could never see its top.

This is not the first time she's seen such glass.
And there were times when she could see the top of the glass.
But most times, she couldn't do so.

She tries to knock, kick, and hit her way through the glass.
Her desperation showing almost too obviously.
But no matter how hard she knocks, the glass doesn't even make a sound.

So in desperation, she leans her head on the glass.
Tired of trying, she whispers softly to herself.
"I'm going to try again."

Just when she is about to knock again,
the glass shatters.
It crumbles into tiny shiny dust,
and flies away with the wind.

She jumps happily and makes her way through the golden field.
She then calls out cheerfully,
"Hello!"

But no one answers,
And as she gets closer,
she realizes,
They aren't the ones she's looking for.

She looks at the figures carefully,
And they all stare back with their permanent artificial smiles.
Disappointed, she is, but she has to be strong,
So she leaves like nothing is wrong.

As she walks further from them,
She thought she hears whispers.
So she turns back and sees,
That the figures starts conversing merrily.

The awkward little girl with a straw hat keeps walking.
She walks and walks, and wonders what she's looking for.
She walks and walks, with high hopes of growing strong as she continues walking.

Preparing the Canvas; Brainstorming session.

I have to admit: my last post was quite curt and somehow incomprehensible.
Yeah, it was my emotions taking control of my brains and body.
You don't have to be genius to know that venting out once in a while really helps maintaining our sanity.
--

Anyhow, I don't think I've ever mentioned this before, but I've moved out (sorta) from my house and was on my way to pursue further studies abroad.

Up until now, I haven't experienced much hardships...perhaps it's because I'm still living with my brother. And of course, the fact that my parents and families take turn to check on me a few times a day somehow wads away the feeling of being away from my home.
--

So, as for the title...
I'm a bit ashamed to admit that I have this...cliche outlook on my supposedly new life: I see it as a blank canvas.

And right now, I'd like to call as the brainstorming session, since I haven't exactly got anything planned in my head yet.

Yeah, moving to a whole new place has its perks. You could be a total new somebody and nobody would come to your face and say, "This is not you. You acted differently. Is there anything wrong with you?"

No. You would be free to splash any kinds of colour on your picture.
--

I'll stop here. I promise I'll write more tomorrow.
Tomorrow is gonna be a long day. I guess.

P.S. Pink is my UNLUCKY colour. Keep that in mind, Future Self.

Runaway

Avril Lavigne - "Runaway"

Got up on the wrong side of life today, yeah
Crash the car and I'm gonna be really late
My phone doesn't work cuz it's out of range
Looks like it's just one of those kind of days

You can't kick me down I'm already on the ground
No you can't, but you couldn't catch me anyhow
Blue skies, but the sun isn't coming out, no
Today is like I'm under a heavy cloud

And I feel so alive
I can't help myself
Don't you realize

I just wanna scream and lose control
Throw my hands up and let it go
Forget about everything and run away, yeah
I just wanna fall and lose myself
Laughing so hard it hurts like hell
Forget about everything and run away, yeah

So-so's how I'm doing, if you're wondering
I'm in a fight with the world but I'm winning
Stay there, come closer it's at your own risk
Yeah you know how it is life can be a bitch

And I feel so alive
I can't help myself
Don't you realize

I just wanna scream and lose control
Throw my hands up and let it go
Forget about everything and run away, yeah
I just wanna fall and lose myself
Laughing so hard it hurts like hell
Forget about everything and run away, yeah

Run away, run away, run away, run away

I just wanna scream and lose control
Throw my hands up and let it go
Forget about everything and run away, yeah
I just wanna fall and lose myself
Laughing so hard it hurts like hell
Forget about everything and run away, yeah

I just feel like I want to explode.
I don't know why.
I don't know how.
And I don't even care.
I just want to run away.
--

Peace and idleness tend to be disastrous for people who over-think things like me.
I want to go crazy and break all the rules without worrying anything.
I couldn't express what I feel with mere words or pictures anymore.

Today sucks.

The title alone could explain.

At this moment, I'm in a most sour mood.
And it's only almost mid-day.
I'm not quite excited what the rest of the day would bring.

--
I understand and acknowledge that incompetency is a sign of being a human.
But yet, the one point I couldn't quite pinpoint would be of why someone would go blaming other people for their own incompetency.

Yes, we all are incompetent of doing something at one point, but please, keep your finger to yourself and stop pointing at others when you fail to do your responsibility.

Just because you have a slightly higher authority than I do, doesn't mean you get the privilege to start blaming it on me.

Look, I had a rough morning. My hips and thighs hurt, fucking menstruation cramps. Someone in my household kept bothering me with silly things that said person could easily do. (I mean, come on, he's in your room, and you're about to go to your room and yet you wanted me to send his message? Absurdity.)
Now my stomach is starting to ache. Fuck this.
Not to mention I was recently (this morning) left frustrated by the fact that I've spent about Rp 300,000 for two books of rubbish.
To spice things up, my phone acted like shit as well.

Yes, I apologize for being less than polite when I called you back to inform of your lack of competency in delivering the accurate information.

But, I advise you for a reality check once in a while.
Once a month would be suffice.

Graduated

Yes, I have officially graduated.

To be completely honest, I feel blank right now.
It's just...blah. As if it's not that interesting or anything.

Well, considering the passing percentage of the national exams of my school is 100%.

Yeah, I'm really not that excited.
I wish we had those fancy hats and cloak-thingies that the western people have on.., seems more interesting to be photographed and remembered.
--

I attended Science-01's (a.k.a Musketeers) Farewell Party yesterday night.
It was quite awesome.

Awards were given to students and teachers alike.
Some awards were kinda normal and some were not, obviously.
I won nothing apparently. Surprise!!!not.

A letter written by our Chinese-language teacher was shown, yet again.
I was kinda surprise to find myself crying (a bit) again, because, you know, I had read the letter before.

And said teacher cried too. Aww.
--

Honestly, I don't think that my already-flat life could get flatter anymore.
All I've been doing these days are just watching DVDs, drawing a bit (which I feel that I really sucked in that recently), browsing, and perhaps occasional gaming.

I'm bored.

And one more thing, I...really gotta say that I'm not feeling the...feeling to write some IELTS-y paragraphs.
--

So, Despicable Me, here we go.

A super-villain named Gru, feels his prestige is slowly deterring because of a recent felony by another super-villain, Vector, who just stole the Great Pyramid of Giza.

With the help of his fellow accomplice, Dr. Nefario, who apparently is an old fellow with bad hearing, Gru came up with a much more brilliant plan: He's going to steal the moon.
Ever since he was a child, he has always dreamed about going to the moon, however, this intention was always scoffed upon by his mother.

Determined with his plan, Gru visits the 'Villain-Bank' to loan some money as doing said project is rather expensive. However, the Bank's president, Mr. Perkins, even after Gru's presentation of his plan, isn't quite impressed. Thus, he refuses to loan Gru money before Gru could attain the most important part of Gru's plan: the Shrink Ray.

Stealing the Shrink Ray from the East Asian lab is pretty much a breeze for Gru.
However, stealing the Shrink Ray from Gru is a breeze as well for Vector.

Gru tries to break in Vector's headquarters and fails miserably. Then, Gru sees the three orphaned girls (Margo, Edith and Agnes) who have been selling cookies around the neighborhood pass Vector's security easily.

For the sake of his plans, Gru decides to adopt the girls from the orphanage using a false identity as a dentist. The girls, having been treated poorly at the orphanage, are more than happy to leave (although they're not quite thrilled by the fact that it is Gru who has adopted them).

Due to his unhappy childhood and lack of love for child whatsoever, Gru doesn't know how to take care of children and he simply couldn't care less, therefore leaving the girls at the hands of his yellow short minions.

With the help of the girls and the cookies robots, Gru finally succeeds in stealing the Shrink Ray. On their way home, however, the children beg for a day at the recently opened theme park. Gru, seeing this as a way to be free of the children, agrees.

Gru initially decides to leave the girls on a roller-coaster ride, however, he's then forced to ride along with them because they need an adult to accompany them.
Next, the girls decide to challenge one of the aiming game where the owner obviously cheats, as even though Agnes manages to hit the target, it won't fall at all. Pissed by the owner, Gru burns down the stand altogether. From then on, he starts to bond with the girls.

With the Shrink Ray in his possession, Gru confronts the Bank's president and presents his plans, again.
However, Mr. Perkins is, again, unimpressed with him. He says that he loves his whole plan and everything except for Gru himself.

Mr. Perkins believes that Gru is too old and incapable to do as well as the other younger, fresher villains. Then ends their video chat abruptly. Shortly after that, Mr. Perkins calls for his son, Vector, and asks as to why Gru succeeds to have the Shrink Ray, then he demands Vector to sabotage, or to be exact, to steal Gru's plan.

Desperate with the lack of fund, Gru decides to terminate the whole project and dismiss his thousands of minions in the process. Then the girls step up, offering their piggy bank, followed by his thousands of minions, digging in their pockets for a spare of money to help their boss. Moved by this gesture, Gru determines to continue his plan by using everything to build a rocket.

Little did he know, the Shrink Ray has a side effect in which the larger the mass of the subject shrunk, the faster it turns back into its original size.

Finally the rocket is finished. However, the day when the moon is on its best position from the earth is coincidentally the same day as the girls' ballet recital.

Seeing that Gru isn't totally focused on the project because of the girls' distraction, Dr. Nefario decides to give the girls back to the orphanage. Gru doesn't do anything to prevent this from happening.

Gru then successfully shrinks and brings back the moon. Thinking that he has enough time to make it to the girls' recital, Gru rushes to their school. Alas, he's too late. Then, he notices a note left by Vector, mentioning the girls are held as hostages. In order to get the girls back, Gru has to trade his moon for them.

But Vector defies their trade by taking both the moon and the girls with him. Dr. Nefario, on the other hand, starts to realize the side-effect of Shrink Ray and rushes to notify Gru. He makes it in time to aid Gru gaining the girls back.

Gru, having realized that the moon is going to expand back to its original size, teams up with Dr. Nefario and launches Vector's ship just as Margo, being the last of the girls being rescued, jumps to Gru's ship.

Thus, the moon is back to its place with an additional Vector on it.

Shortly later, Gru adopts the girls back. He writes a bed-time story for the girls based on his experience in place of the old bed-time story (which he considers as the worst literature created ever).

At the end of the movie, the girls dance their ballet and everyone else dances on the dance floor afterwards.
--

Least to say, I like this movie. :)
I know, crappy summary/writing/whatever.

100511

So yeah, about my absence yesterday..I'll just be honest. I was distracted. Perhaps far more than I like to be.

As I truly didn't do any of my planned routines at all. Like, at all.

It's because I just bought these whole load of DVDs , and yeah, I'm spending my sweet, sweet time sitting in front of the TV for almost all day.

Man, I feel ashamed.

But well, I've watched Despicable Me, Thor, and a few episodes of America's Next Top Model - Cycle 15.

I probably will write tid-bits of my thoughts on those movies later.

Because, (here comes another lame excuse, argh) I have assignments, which felt like mountains to me, since, again, I failed to do yesterday because of the so-called distraction.

And these assignments are due tomorrow, while I have yet to get even half of them done.

I know, lame, right? (Me, I mean)

If anyone's wondering, I'm doing them for the class I've been taking for a week now: Accounting.

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Anyhow, the whole point of me deciding to post today is that I think I've had this almost scary experience.

You see, I was asked by mother to store some money to the bank, which thankfully is near my house. Then, I, who was kinda aggravated then, just slammed the door and practically jumped in the car with my hair all wet and messy. The weather is burning hot lately, that's why I have no interest in going out whatsoever.

When I arrived there, I saw these many cars/motorcycles parked in front of it. So, I was like, 'Oh poop, you gotta be kidding me.' So yeah, I walked in, and I think I glared at the security just now (feeling bad, right now). Then, I saw the queue and sighed a relief, inwardly. I just had to wait for a couple of dudes.

I'm almost sure I could hear those people's thoughts, which were something like, 'What the hell is wrong with this girl? Just got washed up from the drain?'

No, I'm not smelly, nor am I dirty. It's just my messy wet hair, and maybe my sulky face. So I tried to make myself more presentable by combing my hair with my fingers.

After standing in the line for a few minutes, a huge guy entered and queued behind me. He's not exactly bulky, but he has a big tummy. I'm not sure what his face looked like, because I was way too sullen at that time to actually look around. But I scarcely recalled his face being quite..friendly-looking.

So this huge guy borrowed the pen from the guy standing in front of me, writing on a somekind of cheque or something. And well, nothing weird happened there.

But suddenly, a tangy scent made its way to my nose. I don't know why but I automatically held my breath. Perhaps maybe because I'm sort of terrified of all those stories about hypnotised by a stranger (and not in a good way, may I add) and what not.

Anyhow, I got all so defensive suddenly. Haha. Yeah I know, I'm quite paranoid, but it's better be safe than risk to the unknowns, right?

[Btw, it's 11:16 PM now, thanks to the blackout. And it's kinda hot here, it feels like summer is coming, though it's technically impossible, since we only have dry and wet season here. Though both these guys don't come according to the schedule anymore..)

So, I'd been holding my breath for as long as I could while at the same thinking, 'Please, please, people, be damn faster.' Honestly, I was a little bit terrified there, I even imagined what would happen if I were ever to faint or something. (Now that I'm thinking much more logically, perhaps the bank workers there would most probably help me or something, and of course, wouldn't let me be dragged away by that huge guy.., would they?)

And not long after that, it was my turn, I could feel myself sighing in relief. Then I heard the teller asked me, "How may I help you, miss?"

"Store." Short reply, I know.

"Is this your bank account?"

"Uh, no, i-it's my..mum's actually."

"Your mother's it is then? May I see your ID card?"

"Uh, I don't have it." As in, really don't have it. Yes, it's been 4 months since my 17th birthday. Believe me, his 'I-don't-freaking-believe-it' face is really tempting to be punched.

"Oh, right. Please wait a sec." After his tippity tappy toe with his co-workers, he came back and said, "Miss, if you don't have your ID, please ask someone with an ID to do it for you next time."

Thankfully, I was feeling indifferent at that time. So I just shrugged and let him continue his work.

While waiting for his awfully slow work, I started to realize that I felt a bit dizzy, like I was standing on a not balanced piece of wood on a river. My hands even shook a bit. Firstly I thought it was due to the heat, but after a few seconds of considering, it was scrapped as I was hardly spending my day under the sun. Then my paranoid side went to the act again. So I told myself to stay on focus, and nothing would happen.

In the end, I was thinking for the whole time. Hence, it led me to squint and nod unconsciously at the teller when he asked trivial matters about the whole 'storing' thingy.

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Anyway I'm glad that nothing happened.
P.S. This whole post was written from my phone.

070511

I had a cute dream yesterday. :)

Onto today's exercise!
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Too much attention is paid to and too much money is spent on keeping pets, while people throughout the world is starving.

* Discuss the arguments for and against keeping pets.
* To what extent do you agree?

In today's world, pets have been quite popular amongst the society ranging from the youth to the elders. There are many different reasons for people to keep pets, with the most common reason would be the need of a company. While some people, especially the elders, keep pets as a guidance and a guardian. Trained dogs could guide blind people and guard the doors. But some people pour too much time and money for the sole sake of maintaining their pets' needs. Hundreds of dollars are spent on pets' saloon and/or their food. While the riches could afford of said luxury, has it ever crossed their mind that instead of spending all those money on their pets they could perhaps donate some to the poorer people out there?

Pets could be useful at times. For when you need a friend and there seems like no one is there for you, its presence could prove to be not worthless. Basically, people just need to fulfill their primary needs, like food, love, and shelter. It's not like your pets demand you to drive them to the pets' saloon if they have never been there before. However, untrained pets are quite a bother, for they could run around your house and thrash everything in their way. So keep pets on

In my opinion, comparing keeping pets and paying attention to the starving people in the world is rather far-fetched. Because it's not like the officials totally abandon humanity helps and go for the pets. Besides, helping people is solely based on our own consciences.
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Time used: 25 minutes

Improvement? I guess so...

050611

Life has been pretty good to me lately, vice versa.
But I realize it's been pretty boring to just sit around all day for a few months, so I decide to take some classes just for the sake of somewhat a mock routine. That needs to be done in order to keep my sanity.

Anyhow, prom was like almost two weeks ago and I think it's not as memorable as I wished it would have been, hence I didn't write about it.

My cousin is getting married in a week, I guess.
The invitation card of hers is green and white striped, with silhouettes of a bride and a groom at the front.
Why am I writing about this?
I absolutely have no idea at all.

Never mind about that.
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My IELTS test is in two weeks and I have done nothing as preparation for it.
Quite daring, as I would say.
But the idea of failing isn't appealing to me, at all. Therefore, I decide some practices and studying will do me good.
And I'd like to brush up my writing skill here.
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Here's a random topic I picked up from my old book:

Some people believe that computers are more a hindrance than a help in today's world. Others feel that they are such indispensable tools that they would not be able to live or work without them.

* In what ways are computers a hindrance?
* What is your opinion?

Use your own ideas, knowledge and experience and support your arguments with examples and with relevant evidence.
You should write at least 250 words, in 40 minutes

Nowadays, computers are almost as common as microwaves, or perhaps more common in some cases. It's also commonly acknowledged that computers play a great role in making our lives easier. However, negative opinions also arose on the computerization mechanism in our life. How could such a useful machine be considered as a hindrance in our lives?

Like most things invented, computers are meant to ease our burdens, especially with all the programs designed to compliment the function of a computer. For example, writing and editing with a word processor are easier to be done; creating arts digitally is far easier than traditionally; arranging files and documents are also much simpler digitally, this function is particularly useful to those people who have so little time and so many things to do. Beside that, computers could also provide us with some sort of entertainment: we could read, listen to the music, watch movies, play games and connect with other people (with the help of the internet).

Although with all the good things offered by a computer, it still could be an obstacle. For example, some people lose the track of time when they're enjoying themselves on the entertainment stored in a computer, most notably on the games and internet section; some people also store all of their important files and documents on the computer without any backup, so when the computer is infected by a virus or any other lethal malfunctioning worms, said people could simply bid all their hard work a farewell.

In my opinion, to completely stop global usage of computers is an impossible deed, as it plays a really important role on our busy lives, but then again, relying too much on it isn't good either, as spending too much time sitting in front of the screen will also cause obesity. So, the idea is to balance the time we spend on and off the screen.
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Word Count: 317 words
Time used: 60 minutes

I seriously need to practice more.
And I sorta feeling that my writing has some kind of 'on hold' feeling.

"Fairy Tale"

Ahh. I have been tidying up my stuffs and sorting out the things that I no longer need for the whole day. It was kinda fun.

Then I came across these old magazines mother bought for me when I was a kid. Ending result: Nostalgic reading session.

After reading a few, I came across this old short story in one of the magazines, which I had fallen in love with since I first read it (which was like 8 years ago). So, right now, I'm thinking of sharing it.

The original story was in Indonesian. This would be my attempt to translate it in English.
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"The tale of Fairy Tale"
by Ramayulis

In a veranda of a small house full of many kinds of statues and fretwork, sat an old man. His eyes were gazing softly at the distant. He was trying to seek out for the slightest signs of his wife's arrival. But the old lady who has just passed away never came back.

To ward away his loneliness, the old man decided to create a statue. Staring at the statue he almost finished, the old man muttered, "This statue is very beautiful. It's just like you, my dear."

He continued to sculpt while occasionally went to the kitchen to find out what his wife was cooking for him that day. But every time he peeked into the kitchen, he had to be disappointed, for he saw no single soul there.

Days passed and the statue was finished. But alas, the creation of the old man wasn't as perfect as his past works. The statue was indeed beautiful, but wielded a sad face even though the old man has specifically carved a smile on her face. Maybe his deep sorrow within his heart was reflected on his creation.

However, regardless of anything, he still loved the statue. He then named the statue as 'Fairy Tale'. For the tale of him and his wife would always rekindle in his heart. And the statue lived happily with her father.

One day, the old man died. He had to leave the world and finally met his wife. Before his death, the old man had entrusted the statue to one of his good friends at the town. But this good friend of his had the eyes only for the profit. "Hmph, I'd rather sell you than having to display your ugly face at my house." He said to the statue. Then he brought the statue to the market.

On her way to the market, Fairy Tale cried for the first time. And she didn't know then that it would be the begin of many other tears she would cry. She was treated badly and had to switch masters for so many times. Sometimes she would lament silently about why she was created with such a hideous complexion. But whenever she recalled about the old man, her father, her sorrow would vanish instantly.

Her constant flowing tears had left two long streaks on her face. Again and again until she had an even more hideous face. Now no one was willing to even look at her again.

Days and months passed. After her seemingly long journey, she finally arrived at a museum. She was placed at the end of the exhibition. The other fancy statues glanced arrogantly at her way.

The museum was very crowded that one morning because an auction for the statues was held that day. Fairy tale wasn't excluded from the auction and she was especially much more miserable that day because the people were busy praising other statues. Undeniably, this made the other statues mocked her more.

"You really have such an ugly face!" one of the statues had scoffed at her.

"Yeah! I can't bear staring at you even for another second." the Swan Statue exclaimed.

"Shh...shut up! That rich lady over there, she was looking at me." the Dancer Statue hissed at them. She then tried to look her best in order to fascinate the lady. And sure enough, the wealthy lady bought her.

Hours had passed and many of the statues were sold. Yet a certain man was still busy making his decision. He had been walking around observing since the morning. He kept looking and finally stopped right in front of Fairy Tale.

'Oh no! He is certainly going to insult me...' Fairy Tale thought.

"Uh huh...magnificent! Lovely, precise, how beautiful..."

Everyone in the room was shocked. Fairy Tale, herself was also confused.

"Yes. I want this one!" the man exclaimed vigorously.

"Are you serious, sire?" one of the auctioneers had asked. "He's right sir, that piece is surely hideous." A man beside him added.

"No! In no way could I be wrong. This is the most beautiful sculpture I have ever seen. Take a look at it! Her facial expression showed the sorrow in her heart. Her sad eyes and the long streaks on her face, they show the thousands of tears she had cried. How much hardship she has to endure for so long. But this smile... Look at how brave and rigid she has remained."

Everybody was now looking carefully at the statue.

"Yes. What this gentleman said is right. Look at how expressive this statue is. Oh...it must be that the artist had made this statue with all his heart."

No words could express the happiness Fairy Tale had felt.

"Hey, did you hear that? Do you think it's true?" the Statue of God of War whispered.
"I don't know, I couldn't believe this as well!" the Musician Statue beside him answered.

The whole room went silent for a while, as the occupants of which were all busy thinking respectively. There were those who regretted their oversight, and some asked inwardly as to why they couldn't appreciate such beauty of a statue.

"Here. I only have this sum of money. It is indeed not proportionate with the value of her. But I really wish to buy her." the man said whilst handing a suitcase to the auction committee.

They were dumbfounded when the committee opened the suitcase. Piles of money lied there, God knows how much it was. A man occupied himself by counting with his fingers, but nevertheless shook his head. No one could estimate the total because of its enormous amount.

Evening had arrived, and the museum was closing. Everybody went home with their own statues. Today they learned a valuable lesson.

The wise man, himself, went home in delight. He couldn't care less how much he had spent, he now owned such a beautiful piece of art after all.

Ah, if only the gentleman knew, how much Fairy Tale wanted to shout out her gratitude for him. She couldn't bear this feeling in her heart. Suddenly, the image of her father appeared on her mind, and she smiled.

Ah, if only Fairy Tale knew, that up there, faraway in the blue sky, in the midst of the white cloud, an old familiar fellow was smiling and shed a happy tear for her. Yeah...Fairy Tale never knew that all this time, the old man was always accompanying her journey. Every single tear she shed was also shed by her creator, her father.

"Goodbye, beautiful statue, wish you always be happy" the old man whispered. "Let's go, my love. Let's leave." He then held the hands of the old lady tightly, who had always been faithful to him and had always accompanied him everywhere. And then, they both fly high across the blue sky, far, faraway until they became a dot and disappeared.

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Meh, I don't know about the other people, but I really love this story.. :)

School is over, but not moping.

All right.
The national examination for High School was officially over yesterday, with Physics as the last subject tested (for the Science class).

Now that the exams and school are over, I guess I should just start posting again.

Firstly, let me write about some things first.

Our class consists of students from many different classes, which had only been put in the same class on our very last year.

I would bet that most of these people perhaps didn't know if the others (the ones who weren't in their class, of course) exist at all before entering this class.

Therefore, in these short nine months (now that I think about it, it sounds pretty much like pregnancy), we could almost unite. Yeah, almost.

A lot of walls and barriers built up by each groups of friends couldn't simply be ignored. The difference in cultures also made it hard for us to be wholly as one. Not to mention the huge amount of people in one class: 48 people with 2 others gone to America for studies. (Even with that number, our class was still considered as one of the classes with the least students). And also, the fact that there was a period when some of my classmates just ditched for several weeks which led us to actually be used to their absence..

Maybe for the guys, it was pretty easy for them to socialize with their common interests such as sports, or perhaps pranks, unlike the girls. I don't know how to explain this fenomenon, it's like common knowledge.

However, there was this one thing that brought us together, which is: music.

When one of our native friends brought his guitar and strummed a familiar tune, we would sing along.

Those moments were the best moments ever. It made me feel like we were one big family. :)

And as for our form teacher, Mr. H. L. is like a beloved father for us all.
He teaches us maths, and is damn good at it. (FO' SURE!)
He's religious and is infamous for his oh-so-famed vampire jump punishment. (For those who are wondering, it's the Chinese vampire, not the sparkly ones.. Here's a link: Jiang Shi )
Me, I have experienced it once. Trust me, it's not the coolest thing in the world.
He's the type of person who does whatever he says he's going to do.
He loves making fun of some of our classmates, in a joking way of course, "to de-sleepy-fy us and to defrost the tension" he had said.
He is merciless, nevertheless.
Whenever we've done wrong, he'll punish us accordingly.. Except for the last two weeks' afternoon's session, which we, as a whole class, had ditched altogether.
However we were still punished for telling him a lie.

The reason I had used the word 'father' to describe him isn't simply because he's our form teacher..it is because I realized that no matter what we did wrong, he'd still forgive us.

Well, if you point out that most of our misbehavior were simply innocent mistakes, I will still stand by my words.

Anyway, I'd also like to apologize to our teacher for being such a disappointment in our last few weeks. In spite of that, he still forgave us. :)

Oh. The title, right.
Like what I've stated before, our class had just been put together for a short 9 months period. In addition, we came from five different classes. Unlike other classes, by most are from two or three different classes. Hence the impact of graduation is much less severe for us than for the other classes.

Meaning: we're taking it kinda well.
In fact, no single tear was shed during the last day of our class. Which is why, we're not moping like the rest of them. The most we did was taking pictures together (and maybe some busking around during the teacher's day :D) while the other classes gathered together and spoke from heart-to-heart, had a huge cry-fest, made some scenes and etc.

Speaking of which...where had I put our class photo, again?
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I'm kinda scared actually. It seems like everyone has had their future planned to the details. While me? I'm just chilling out.

I know, I should be studying at the moment, with the ongoing exams and all but, I couldn't help this...this feeling I felt. This lump on my chest, I felt so uneasy that I could hardly concentrate on what I was doing or thinking or reading or anything.

I tried to find the reason behind this, but to no avail. (To those people who think that I should have been studying rather than consoling myself, just so you know, I'm more concerned with my psychological problems than I'm with my school grades. Sounds dramatic, but well, who cares?)

Anyhow, there had been a terrible natural disaster occurred today. Japan was hit by an earthquake with the strength of 8.9 Ritcher Scale, moreover, Tsunami decided to pay a visit to the said country too. I might not provide the most detailed information, you know there's Google you could always use.

During this incident, I was apparently taking my nap (it's normal, considering that I barely got any sleep the night before). And, coincidentally, I had a nightmare (sort of). Umm.. Though it had no connection whatsoever with the disaster, it's still a somekind of a nightmare.

I really wish I could help. Everybody does. (Or at least I thought so.)

However there were some heartless people who actually MAKE FUN of this misfortune. I mean, they wrote: "At least now Japan doesn't have to worry that Godzilla is about to come anytime soon." Or "Why didn't Doraemon do something?" Or "Did anyone help Pikachu?" Or "Well, it's what you call as karma."
Come on people.

So far, I read that there were about 60 people missing or died (I'm not so sure, forgive my lack of capability to concentrate at the moment).

I think I'm gonna cut this section short, as if I continue to write, I might just write the same thing again and again (I'm having a serious mind-blunting-ness)
Japan, please heal soon.

So, about my feelings/thoughts.
Like many other people in this world, I so definitely hate it when all of a sudden people start acting nice to you just because you're having an upper-hand of something tha they want. For example: popularity, money, help, or something else (I can't think of more examples)

And I felt like I'm being a hypocrite for writing this, as there are times when I DO suck up to some people for advantages.
I hate it. I wish I could change.

Aside of that, there's another thing that bugs the shit out of me too.
Apparently, as anti-social as I thought or claimed I was, I still feel lonely at times.
Like the feeling when you feel completely alone in a room full of people.
Or maybe, when you silently glance at the group of friends hanging out and laughing amongst themselves
Or perhaps, whenever the sudden urge to just chat with your bestfriend on the phone, but then realise that you have no one to call.
Or it could be the moments when you just want to text people just for the sake of it, then everyone is too busy with their own things.
Or when you have so much to say and no one to listen to.
Or when you reply to a group chat/thing and no one even comments about your words, or even if one replies, it's just out of pity and comes about 15 minutes later.

Everyday I try to show and act as if I had what I wanted and was content with my life just the way it is. Like I'm okay with what was happening.

Well people, I'm not.

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Ranting really helps :)
Dear future self, have a better life than the current me.

Mad.

I am mad at this very moment.
Not as in 'crazy' mad, but more to the 'angry' kind of emotion humans experienced.

And well, like many teenagers in this world, whenever I'm unhappy or angry, I drown myself in loud screamo music.
But at this moment, even though I've set the volume in full blast and set the loudest music I have ever had, I still can't reduce my said feeling.
All of sudden my headphones aren't soundproof at all. I can't block my feelings nor the world out.

The reason I'm mad, isn't that complicated.
I'm still a teenager, therefore I blame many of my mood swings on the damned teenager hormones which had troubled me oh-so-much for all my life (There I go again) far more often that I should really have.

Anyway, my mood worsened when I was disturbed at the 'time' I provided for myself. (I spend three to four hours on my room alone everyday, that helps me to bear with the necessity to communicate with the outer world) Today I tried to calm down when someone interrupted, it was like screaming in my mind while biting a few heads off at the process, but keeping a calm demeanour at the outside. Needless to say, I'm happy with the result as my mouth didn't go loose and said the things I didn't mean to. And the first trial had gone smoothly, however it's a whole different story later.

I don't know why I was still cranky after my (self-proclaimed) therapy session. I just got angry at nothing particularly at all.

And most important of all: I'm mad at myself.
Mad at my utter incompetence.
Mad at my irresponsibility for abandoning my duty as a child.
Mad at my own self for
Mad at my uncontrollable emotion.
Mad at my surrender to said emotion that I could do things I regretted so much later.
Mad at my constantly self-pity party I threw for myself.
Mad at my incapability to move on with my own life now that no one cares.

...and the list goes on.

Now, with the combination of music + rants of words, I finally managed to calm down...thankfully.

Anyway, I'm currently obsessed with this line of lyric:

I am not afraid to keep on living.
I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance

Yeah, I'm trying to hypnotize myself.

The world is(not) wonderful

Hey.

So I've been talking to a lot of Strangers lately. And, most of them have unique thoughts. I really could learn one or two things from them. They have different beliefs and a wide ranging variety of problems.

Today I met a stranger who thinks the world is not wonderful.

In my opinion, the world is NOT wonderful. But it can be viewed as anything we'd like it to be. Just simply tilt your head to side and you;d see that it's a whole different point of view. I'm not trying to ask you to be cheerful all the time. But look, by being an optimistic we could see the chances that most people might have missed. No matter how slim the chance it is. And besides, what's the point of being miserable? It'll only make you look one decade older or something.

And well, we ought to go out and look for those who really care, rather than just staying on the spot waiting for people to look at you. (Where most people only care for themselves or just way too busy to actually notice you)

I have to say that I'm loving my life right now. I just realize that I'm surrounded by so many wonderful people. They're just so amazing. :)

I love you all.

Today, I learned about unfairness.
The story was quite simple, really.

There's a teacher in my school, who, in my opinion, has no capability whatsoever to actually teach accordingly. Aside from the lack of skill, said teacher also has the tendency of blabbering in our class. Most of the words which came out from said teacher's mouth are just bull. Be it about other people, or about said teacher's own self.

Needless to say, I find it impossible to pay any respect for this teacher.

Not only are those my reasons to disrespect this person. Apparently, another quality (or mis-quality) this teacher owns is: unfairness.

This teacher just LOVES to give us low scores, despite of our best efforts. Said teacher just simply gives marks according to his level of liking for the students. In other words, if the student could kiss said teacher's ass, then this student is guaranteed to pass (at least his daily scores).

Another bad trait of this teacher would be that this teacher is so racist that the whole race in our school of which said teacher was bad-mouthing would play nasty pranks on him (for the lack of words).

I don't know how anybody could like a teacher like this. It's quite amusing to watch if it doesn't concern my grades. I'm selfish, I know.
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Today at the laboratory I was busted for checking on my cellphone. And yeah, the teacher noted me.

It definitely sucks.
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Finally, I won't be carrying my laptop to school anymore starting from tomorrow!
The yearbook project has finished at last!
JOY TO THE WORLD!

Ahhhhh... there goes my promise.. <.<

I failed to post yesterday.
My reason? It's pretty simple; I have to work for the yearbook.
Yeah..I slept at almost three yesterday. (Though I originally planned on getting no sleep at all...)

However, I still got one page to go..
*sigh*
Hence, I have yet to submit my work today...how shameful..

Nevertheless, despite of my lack of sleep the night before, I managed to get up pretty early (in my standard, at least) today.
The bell rang the moment I placed my bag down at my seat, whilst usually I was about two meters from the gate when I heard the bell.
Yeah, an improvement I know.
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There are so many things that had happened today. Be it good, or bad.
I usually much prefer to deliver bad things first before good things, but this is a blog, so I'd just write it time-accordingly (yes, I fail my literature. BAWL)
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Our form teacher, after satisfying himself by playing with the rate of our heartbeats, finally announced our ranks and distributed our report cards.

In my opinion, he's kind enough not to call anyone's parents or guardians.

Anyway, apparently there's an improvement in my grades and overalls, which quite lit up my day. :D
15 out of 48 /195 out of 535
Not exactly proud-worthy, but I'm quite content with my result; as much as to post the exact rank here. LOL
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Then, the bad news.
Unfortunately, one of my friend's sister passed away today, due to an accident.
The exact detail is still quite blurry, but from what I heard, it's not pretty. At all.

I'm not going to lie or exaggerate, at the moment I heard the news I froze, then a big pang of sorrow hit me.

I give my sincere condolence and hope that she'll rest in peace. I believe she'll go to a better place.
And I also hope that my friend will stand tall and be strong. God will always bless us all...


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On another note, there seemed to be a transferred student coming from Korea today. Needless to say, he became so well-known that the hallway where the class he is supposedly to enter is located was crowded with girls and curious students.

To be honest, I'm quite curious as well. But I don't think I'm THAT curious to exactly go and hunt him.

As his purpose to come at our school is to study the culture we have here, I won't be surprise if he writes bad things in his report after today.

Yeah, anyone would do so after being observed and watched like some new species for the whole day. People in my school just label him (though not exactly the labels of the western, just labels of opinions), like "handsome", "tall", "ugly", "plain", "hot body", etc.

Poor guy. He just comes to the wrong place at a wrong time.

A post a day keeps the idiocy away.

Today was quite interesting.
Mom asked me and sis to go to the (somekind of) temple.
She had told us that she hoped people there would teach us things she couldn't teach. (Positive stuffs, of course.)

To be honest, I was kinda lazy at first. But really, after going there, surprisingly, I quite enjoy it.
The people there are very energetic and warm. :)
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This week, apparently the topic was about parents and their virtue.
There was some kind of oontempolation. They asked us to close our eyes to, well, think about what they were going to say. And, they read about an article (that I have ever read about).
Here's the article (in Indonesian, from my inbox):

I LOVE U MOM !

Waktu kamu berumur 1 tahun , dia menyuapi dan memandikanmu ... sebagai balasannya ..... kau menangis sepanjang malam.

Waktu kamu berumur 2 tahun , dia mengajarimu bagaimana cara berjalan. sebagai balasannya ... kamu kabur waktu dia memanggilmu.

Waktu kamu berumur 3 tahun, dia memasak semua makananmu dengan kasih sayang .. sebagai balasannya ... kamu buang piring berisi makananmu ke lantai.

Waktu kamu berumur 4 tahun, dia memberimu pensil warna ... sebagai balasannya .. kamu corat coret tembok rumah dan meja makan.

Waktu kamu berumur 5 tahun, dia membelikanmu baju-baju mahal dan indah..sebagai balasannya ... kamu memakainya bermain di kubangan lumpur.

Waktu berumur 6 tahun, dia mengantarmu pergi ke sekolah ... sebagai balasannya ... kamu berteriak 'NGGAK MAU ...!'

Waktu berumur 7 tahun, dia membelikanmu bola ... sebagai balasannya, kamu melemparkan bola ke jendela tetangga

Waktu berumur 8 tahun, dia memberimu es krim ... sebagai balasannya.. .kamu tumpahkan dan mengotori seluruh bajumu

Waktu kamu berumur 9 tahun , dia membayar mahal untuk kursus-kursusmu ..sebagai balasannya ... kamu sering bolos dan sama sekali nggak mau belajar



Waktu kamu berumur 10 tahun, dia mengantarmu kemana saja, dari kolam renang sampai pesta ulang tahun .. sebagai balasannya ..... kamu melompat keluar mobil tanpa memberi salam

Waktu kamu berumur 11 tahun, dia mengantar kamu dan temen-temen kamu kebioskop .. sebagai balasannya ... kamu minta dia duduk di barisan lain
Waktu kamu berumur 12 tahun, dia melarangmu melihat acara tv khusus untuk orang dewasa ... sebagai balasannya ... kamu tunggu sampai dia keluar rumah

Waktu kamu berumur 13 tahun, dia menyarankanmu untuk memotong rambut karena sudah waktunya .sebagai balasannya.. kamu bilang dia tidak tahu mode
Waktu kamu berumur 14 tahun, dia membayar biaya untuk kemahmu selama liburan .. sebagai balasannya ... kamu nggak pernah menelponnya.

Waktu kamu berumur 15 tahun, pulang kerja dia ingin memelukmu ..... sebagai balasannya ... kamu kunci pintu kamarmu

Waktu kamu berumur 16 tahun, dia mengajari kamu mengemudi mobil .....sebagai balasannya ... kamu pakai mobilnya setiap ada kesempatan tanpa mempedulikan kepentingannya

Waktu kamu berumur 17 tahun, dia sedang menunggu telpon yang penting .. sebagai balasannya ... kamu pakai telpon nonstop semalaman,

Waktu kamu berumur 18 tahun, dia menangis terharu ketika kamu lulus SMA.. sebagai balasannya ... kamu berpesta dengan teman-temanmu sampai pagi


Waktu kamu berumur 19 tahun, dia membayar semua kuliahmu dan mengantarmu ke kampus pada hari pertama ... sebagai balasannya ... kamu minta diturunkan jauh dari pintu gerbang biar nggak malu sama temen-temen.

Waktu kamu berumur 20 tahun, dia bertanya 'Darimana saja seharian ini?'.. sebagai balasannya .... kamu menjawab 'Ah, cerewet amat sih, pengen tahu urusan orang.'


Waktu kamu berumur 21 tahun, dia menyarankanmu satu pekerjaan bagus untuk karier masa depanmu ... sebagai balasannya ... kamu bilang 'Aku nggak mau seperti kamu.'

Waktu kamu berumur 22 tahun, dia memelukmu dan haru waktu kamu lulus perguruan tinggi .. sebagai balasanmu ... kamu nanya kapan kamu bisa main ke luar negeri

Waktu kamu berumur 23 tahun, dia membelikanmu 1 set furniture untuk rumah barumu ... sebagai balasannya ... kamu ceritain ke temanmu betapa jeleknya furniture itu

Waktu kamu berumur 24 tahun, dia bertemu dengan tunanganmu dan bertanya tentang rencana di masa depan ... sebagai balasannya .. kamu mengeluh 'Aduh gimana sih kok bertanya seperti itu.'

Waktu kamu berumur 25 tahun, dia membantumu membiayai pernikahanmu ..... sebagai balasannya ... kamu pindah ke kota lain yang jaraknya lebih dari 500 km.

Waktu kamu berumur 30 tahun, dia memberimu nasehat bagaimana merawat bayimu ... sebagai balasannya ... kamu katakan 'Sekarang jamannya sudah beda.'

Waktu kamu berumur 40 tahun , dia menelponmu untuk memberitahu pesta salah satu saudara dekatmu .. sebagai balasannya kamu jawab 'Aku sibuk sekali, nggak ada waktu.'


Waktu kamu berumur 50 tahun, dia sakit-sakitan sehingga memerlukan perawatanmu ... sebagai balasannya ... kamu baca tentang pengaruh negatif orang tua yang numpang tinggal di rumah anaknya

dan hingga SUATU HARI, dia meninggal dengan tenang ... dan tiba-tiba kamu teringat semua yang belum pernah kamu lakukan, ... dan itu menghantam HATIMU bagaikan pukulan godam

MAKA ........................
JIKA ORANGTUAMU MASIH ADA .............
BERIKANLAH KASIH SAYANG DAN PERHATIAN LEBIH DARI YANG PERNAH KAMU BERIKAN SELAMA INI
JIKA ORANG TUAMU SUDAH TIADA ...........
INGATLAH KASIH SAYANG DAN CINTANYA YANG TELAH DIBERIKANNYA DENGAN TULUS TANPA SYARAT KEPADAMU


I LOVE U MOTHER
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It was pretty moving, but then again, it was something else that made my heart wrenched.
Suddenly, the song Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift came up in my mind.
LOL, I'm gonna post the lyrics.

Taylor Swift - Never Grow Up
Your little hands wrapped around my finger
And it's so quiet in the world tonight
Your little eyelids flutter cause you're dreaming
So I tuck you in and turn on your favorite nightlight

To you, everything's funny
You got nothing to regret
I'd give all I have honey
If you could stay like that

Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
It could stay this simple
I won't let nobody hurt you
Wont let no one break your heart
No one will desert you
Just try to never grow up
Never grow up

You're in the car on the way to the movies
And you're mortified your mama's dropping you off
At 14, there's just so much you can't do
And you can't wait to move out
Someday and call your own shots

But don't make her drop you off around the block
Remember she's getting older too
And don't lose the way that you dance around in your PJs getting ready for school

Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up

It could stay this simple
No one's ever burned
Nothing's ever left you scarred
Even though you want to, just try to never grow up

Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room
Memorize what is sounded like what your dad gets home
Remember the footsteps, remember the words said
And all your little brother's favorite songs
I just realized everything I had is someday gonna be gone

So here I am in my new apartment
In a big city, they just dropped me off
It's so much colder than I thought it would be
So I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on

Wish I'd never grown up
I wish I'd never grown up
Oh I don't wanna grow up
Wish I'd never grown up
Could still be little
Oh I don't wanna grow up
It could still be simple

Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
Just stay this little
Oh darling don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up
It could stay this simple
Won't let nobody hurt you
Won't let no one break your heat
And even throuhg toyu want to, please try to never grow up
Don't you ever grow up
Just never grow up

The song is really nice with the soft relaxing guitar accompanying the melody.
I just love it! :D

LOL
Look, I almost forgot about my promise to post each day.
Senile much?

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Anyways, our class held a sort of mini photographing session at school today. But it doesn't mean that there were tons of photos, just a few simple yet crowded and fun photos.
I still could replay the scene pretty well...not that it's special or what, since it's barely 24 hours passed since then.
LOL, I sounded stupid.
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About the yearbook..
The most progress I made is actually today (surprising?), where I practically jammed a few pieces of pictures with a bit tweaks here and there.

Needless to say, I sidetracked a lot the whole time.

Heck yeah, I'm THAT productive.
Anyhow, I don't think I can actually make it in time by this Monday.
*sigh*
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Speaking of sidetracking, I just realized that I love sidetracking a lot.
Like, for example, while say I was playing a game with several choices, and despite of knowing the right answer, I still will choose the wrong ones just to see the reaction.

...
Come to think of it, I guess many people do that too, don't they? <.<;
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Actually, I don't really like the idea of writing the thing I was going to write.
So I decided not to write about it.
There you have it.

HAHA.

I'm going to leave school pretty soon, while more procrastination was performed at the process.
Really, I didn't change that much since the moment I step on the teenage..I guess.

Perhaps it's time for me to grow up and well, be more mature.
However, just like many others, the me inside doesn't really want to do so..

I'm a human, therefore, I'm an insatiate kind of being.
Yeah, sue me.
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My writing skill has seriously deteriorated. I can't even write an appropriate paragraph to save my life. Tons of things jumbled up in my mind; so many words piled up waiting for an outbreak, yet I couldn't arrange them in order for people to easily comprehend it.
You know, sometimes, in the middle of writing (or thinking), there are some kind of voices whispering sentences for me. Most of the time they are related to the matter I'm writing (or thinking) about, but yet again, it's hard for me to find a fitting space for these words to line in.
For example, I heard, "One thing leads to another" just now while writing the paragraph above.

However, the sad thing is: after writing and editing for so damn long, I still feel that this piece of thing is not decent enough to be presented.
Said reason made me scrap most stuffs I write.

I know, writing is a challenge, and also a kind of art. And I've always admired people with great writing skill. Having this skill, in my own words and definition, means being capable of mesmerizing people with the depiction of the things around and dragging people into the world the author had so magically arranged.

Yes, I could hear, see, smell, and feel just by reading a book. It's like you yourself entered the world of the book and had your own adventure in a totally different universe.

Words are wonderfully powerful.

I'm a bookworm.
Sue me.

So, I suppose it's enough of the self-pity, and I decide that I'll post on the blog (hopefully) everyday for my brain to catch up.

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Speaking of brain catching up, I found myself lately being not able to speak my mind out. It's like, those awkward moments when you meet your crush. However in my case, there's no crush present, just ordinary people. I'm not nervous, just...can't say it out.

It's going to be a problem for me.
Great.
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Though my hands are somewhat full with all those projects scattered around for me to pick (putting aside some of those which were shoved on me), I still find myself pretty much bored.
I just stared at these projects with droopy eyes. And also, I am a (self-proclaimed) professional procrastinator. Therefore, my progress is really damn slow.

I'm ashamed of myself. Seriously.

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I suppose I could use a new year resolution thingy or two and prayed for a better self. Hopefully.