Due to many protests from my regular readers who’s slightly annoyed, having to scroll up n down n up n down over n over in order to read this crap properly, i’ll write this thing backwards n end it with d latest post. Damn u people.
Thu, Jan 20th
Isi jadwal coba piano ujian murid2 (all 16 of them) dan biar ga lupa, imma write them down. HERE. (shut up its my blog and since i no longer have a PDA, i need sth 2 replace it n this is d best thing that comes to mind. My NOKIA? The Calendar/Notes/Memo Pad/QuickWord SUCKKKK so i’ve to settle with THIS. Well if it makes u feel better, i’m NOT AT ALL happy with all of this too. The feeling’s mutual. Here goes :
“FF class’ SCHEDULE : February 2005”
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umm. . . . . . . .
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maybe later.
Went to Cisarua, Puncak. Mom’s friend, Tante Sri (that filthy rich woman i mentioned months ago) invited my family to spend the Iedl Adha with them. A very nice place indeed, with a beautiful swimming pool (wanna jump right in but dammit d weather was too cold i couldnt even set a toe in it without wincing). We got our own floor @ d guest house (not just a room, but d whole 3rd floor for ourselves). Got our own chimneys, 2 bedroom with connecting door, big bathroom n all that. Neat. Spent d nite chitchattin on d patio, eating fruits n cakes n all other snacks.. oh and drinkin a nice hot lemon tea. Bliss.
Fri, Jan 21th
Woke up around 5:30am (zish ish supposed to be a vacation dammit!!!) n drove to Mesjid Puncak to pray. Shalat Idul Adha. I had to sat in d alley coz i had my period n there’s no place for me inside d room. Went back to d villa, had Kambing Guling and Gulai Kambing n other kambing2an food for breakfast.. huhuhu.. and while d guys went back to Masjid Puncak for Shalat Jumat, d ladies gathered up @poolside, gossiping, eating snacks n drinkin red wine.. heh heh..
Another goat in d backyard went MIA, but after seeing whats on d dining table for lunch, case’s closed.
Went back to Jakarta that afternoon coz dad got an appointment with an architect who’s working on dad’s hospital project. Cancelled d late-nite rendezvouz with Habib, he’s busy packing for 2moro.
Sat, Jan 22nd
Came early 2 campus, went to Roxy with Jaley, nemenin dia beli HP.. n i managed to persuade him to buy Nokia 6670.. heh heh nice..
Oh d rehearsal was pure stinkin’ hell. PSMUT is Nazi’s concentration camp in disguise. Today’s practice includes singing AND jogging-then-running-then-sit up-then-push up-then-what seems like a LaMaze class(??) huhuhuh.. n many other forms of torture at the same time. When they finished, the room smelled like jocks damp socks. Ew, and ick.
Went to Krishna’s to browse fer music schools with financial aids n scholarships. Ka’ Aisha, ka’ Oliver n Levi all went to Manhattan Music School for their Bachelor n Master degree. Me want! But for 42 G per year?? I wouldnt be able to afford it.. ever! Thats why i had to look for scholarships. Or financial aid. Or both.
I wish money grows on my backyard’s trees.
Sun, Jan 23rd
Derelicte day. People were protesting my today’s selection of outfit. Hey y’all, rather than wasting your breath bitchin bout my sudden-lack-of-fashion-sense, why dont u do sumtin bout your britney voice n try 2 hit d right note for once, mkay?
This lil crybaby can kick ur sorry ass.
Mon, Jan 24th
1st one to do d presentation. Spent 1-and-a-half hour acting like i completely understood every single crap he said. Plastered my famous no-one-can-tell-that-its-completely-and-utterly-fake smile. Hope my cheeks didn’t sore for nothing.
Ian drove me to Krish’s coz we’re gonna watch Meet The Fockers with Dimpol n Alwin @wijaya. Krish n Dimpol was arguing all d way to d cinema over a dumb thing which is more insignificant than my usual crappy entries i refuse 2 write it down here.
D movie was hilarious, i love Dustin Hoffman! N i wanna take home d baby.. i think me n lil Jack could get along perfectly.. i’ll teach him a whole other vocab (other than Ass-hoooole, he’s already good at it) and in return, he can teach me those hand-signals (other than “i want to poop” and “want boobies milk”. I got it right away)
Went back to Krish’s, eat s’more steak with BBQ sauce n mayo *eww but yum*, waited 4 Yara (+friend), Yandi+Qya, Yanu, Brata, n picked up Aryo before going to Nadya’s 17th bday. Nice place. Nice food. Ran out of chopsthicks tho, so we had to eat our sushi with spoons. Big, round, soup spoons. Somehow d sushi lost its magic.. ^_^’’
Wiwit n Billy’s Rina n Donny (who likes to write his name as GANTENG on my shoutbox n that nite secretly set his pic as my cellphone’s wallpaper) joined us. D boys were happily gulping their JackD-n-Coke, we girls played d piano n singin off-key (heh heh).. nice way to spent a Monday nite. Thanks guys, that was fun indeed! \(^o^)/
Tue, Jan 25th
From : Neng Vivi
Msg : Ass wr wb. Pls come 2 our wedding @Balai Samudra Klp Gading on Feb 5th, 7-9pm. Dress code: White Angels. Ur attendance will be honoured. Thank u vr much.
WHATTHEFFFFfffkk??????????
Its too early for April Fool pranks, so for Lucifer’s sake, she’d BETTER BE drinkin too much this mornin n unconsciously wrote n sent that msg to all 11 of us. Or else.
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heh SIMcard IM3 gue error lagi.. it says “masa berlaku kartu sudah habis, tdk bisa terima/make a phone call”. Well gw masi bisa terima tlp n sms sih! Nyah nyah nyah! Tapi bener2 ga bisa tlp.. pulsa gue NOL. Jelas2 gue baru isi pulsa n blm dipake. Td gue ngomel2 ke Costumer Service-nya, abis katanya baru bisa kasi kbr lagi antara 2-7 hari!!! Bisa gila..
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Andy tadi kesini (Andy Soekasah, my ex-band manager. There r so many Andys in my life i felt d need to give u further info), bawa Mercy 300ce yg mau ditawarin ke papa, sekalian liat Jeep Mercy dirumah yg mau dia beli. Dad is still deciding whether 2 buy Andy’s or this Viano car he saw earlier. Talked bout lotsa stuff. I missed Eclipse n all d comfortable feelings we used to share. Sure, STARS is one heck of a band with an income of 6-7million per person, but they dont have that passion for music n d sense of belonging they need to stick together n play with their heart. Who knows they might’ve sold their hearts for cash. They’ve sold my boyfriend, thats fer sure.
