Due to a certain charitable act conducted by a Mr G, I am now migrating!
Au revoir, vieil ami~~ Gentil de vous rencontrer, nouveau blog~~~
*gets shot*
Goodbye, Field Beyond Ideas! I will forever remember you as one of the few places where I can express my useless ramblings… thank you… *gets shot again* Now located at:
if your life were a soundtrack, what would the music be?
here’s how it works:
1. open your library (iTunes, winamp, media player, iPod)
2. put it on shuffle
3. press play
4. for every question, type the song that’s playing
5. new question – press the next button
Hmm… let’s see…
I have just discovered something recently. It was on last Saturday or so, that I had to attend a certain Islamic event made for girls (something about not going out before marrying someone, etc.) in order to get marks for my Religion Studies. Which, mind you, isn’t exactly my greatest field, so despite the fact that I am rather hesitant to attend those kind of things, I came.
Rather than going on about how stupid unreasonable some of the points they made were, I’ll just skip to lunch anyhow, after lunch I didn’t come back and instead went to an internet cafe to attend a staff meeting. We were given out styrofoam-container lunches which held inside it chicken coated with pepper sauce, and we were given no spoon! So we had to eat by hand.
Skip to the point. Anyhow, because the first-year toilets are too far from the hall where the event took place, of course we (my friend Miss A and I) headed towards the second-year ones. However, it wasn’t surprising that the water didn’t run in there. So we looked inside the tub in the toilets, but ONOES!! They weren’t containing any water either… Then I heard the beautiful sound of water running in the place separated by a brick wall from where we were…
The men’s bathroom.
So anyhow, don’t ask how or why or whatever relating to the fact that I got in there, and washed my hand. With water that seems to always run well unlike the girl’s bathroom which only has a few hours of each day in which the water runs. Besides, the guy’s bathroom is also twice as big, and if the girl’s bathroom only had two cubicles, the guy’s had three. Plus four of those things that are only used for pissing… =P Well, putting aside the horrendous stench, it seems like quite a roomy place for smoking and hanging out.
That’s so not fair! There’s more girls than guys in my school, firstly, so we deserve a bigger bathroom, and besides, do guys need the water that much? Us girls certainly care more about our hygiene… (forgive my generalisation. I’m just annoyed here) Well, anyhow, why don’t they make both of the bathroom have working water pumps? What an annoyance.
Okay, that’s all I want to complain about for now.
[YES THIS IS A USELESS ENTRY AT THE MOMENT]
I want to write a poem
To express how exactly I…
wonder what’s going on
and its how and its why
All the words and the worlds
At the back of my crowded head
would struggle to climb up from
my throat where it’s been led
But no further
I want to let words run down
But they’re like a tangled coil
trying to smooth out the edges
Would leave me in a turmoil
Unenthusiastically undoing them
knots until I reached my limits
Probably I will toil away with
ambition lasting for some minutes
But no further
(Entitled; A Small Part of Something Mildly Resembling a Poem that Miss AKS Wrote Out of Frustration. Do not consider as actual poetry but it’s the closest thing to it so far… haha)
What?? It’s still not posted? Yes, I know. Even though my school’s wonderful joyous and yet also undeniably exhilarating school trip in which I got the crappiest bus of the bunch and the schedule wasn’t being followed to at all took place in quite-early March, I still haven’t reported about it here?
So… will I do so now?
Unfortunately, not yet. When will my dear friend A**** aka ‘Sacchan’ hand over the photos of the trip to me… I hope there are actually good pictures of me this time *gets shot*
Have a placeholder picture (the one on the utmost right is my school friend. Can you guess who the pimp guy in the middle is?)!
another one, to the demand of the perverted, pedophilic pimp! *gets stomped on*
STUPID VIRUS THAT TURNS MY .DOC FILE EXTENSION TO .SCR.
Does anybody know how to fix this? AVG can’t seem to spot it, except for once.
GODDAMNIT WOMAN COMPUTER. I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY TRUE LOVE, MY MISSING PIECE, THAT LITTLE TADBIT THAT COMPLETES ME.
YOU DON’T LOVE ME.
Okay, now that the caps lock ranting is over, let’s get to the actual topic (but seriously, does anyone know how to fix it?).
WHICH IS MORE CAPS LOCK FOR YOU.
(Don’t mind, this is just a random IM log between Sacchan and me)
Lihat! Post dalam Bahasa Indonesia! Sayangnya, aku nggak bisa ngepost yang “berbobot” kalau seperti ini. :/
Huahh… nggak natural…
Ya, karena aku sudah ngepost tentang kesedihanku atas akhir liburan, sekarang aku sudah kehabisan topik. Kecuali sesuatu yang aku baru pikirkan.
Ah.
Eng.
Ehm.
…
Bingung, bingung, bingung. Hari ini hari pertama masuk sekolah, tapi malahan… kabur. Ahahaha. Gurunya juga nggak niat ngajar. Tetapi pada hari ini ada satu pelajaran yang saya takuti gurunya: Fisika. Nah, si Bu M ini, sejak pertama kali masuk kelas, reiatsu auranya sudah kerasa menekan. Tipe guru Sparta. Takut nanti menghadapinya gimana hari Rabu nanti…
Ya… paling tidak anak-anak sekelas juga pada kabur sepertinya… Yay, solidaritas! *dihajar*
Oh iya… terus kalau ada yang mau blognya di-feature di sidebar… bilang saja, ok… silahkan berpromosi (ya, nggak akan dapat banyak publisitas sih, disini…)
(I’ll edit this later when I think of smarter stuff)
So much better on holidays!
That’s why we only work when-
We need the money.
– [Jacqueline] Franz Ferdinand
Goodbye, holidays. I will forever mourn for you as I study at school. Today the rankings got announced. I only got the fifth rank. I’ve always been considered the first, or even at the lowest, second, since primary school up to junior high. Now that I’m back in Indonesia and am clueless about the school system my grades went down.
=(
Here is a short ode to the holidays. I don’t have even an inch of a poetic side in me, but hey, at least this is aesthetically appealing.
Ode to Holidays
You were only here for a while
Not forever, surely, but
I doubt I’ll see you
Any time soon.
To Holidays,
Ciao.
Adios.
Sayonara.
Das-vidania.
Selamat tinggal.
Auf wiedersehen.
And lastly, before
You get to go,
Good-bye.
For now.
Later.
=(
… that you never know when you’re giving out much more personal happenings than people would like to read, or when you don’t say enough about yourself that people have no idea what kind of person you are. I mean, things that I find funny in real life wouldn’t always be amusing to others. Hmm, does that mean I’ve only been amusing myself?
I sure hope not. So have another daily recount.
Sims 2, oh, how I have a love-hate relationship with you. I can’t afford to be apart with you, not to be with you at least everyday, but I know that it would only lead to my own destruction.
That sounds like the start of a shitty monologue in an equally shitty romance novel.
But it’s somewhat true. That game is way too addicting. You see, the reason that it’s so addicting is because I have my own characters for my own story, and I made Sims 2 characters for them too. Then I crack up every time they make out or “Woohoo” (which is their way of saying “having sex”).
Also, the aftermath of playing it for so long makes me think about how I’ve been wasting my life. I need to be doing something more important than what I’ve been doing. Surfing the internet, making icons, drawing without aiming to be an illustrator (writing in blogs…), lying around, etc. My life sounds so pathetic, but there’s only a few people that I’d be willing to be with, see.
Enough about that.
The extremely good news is that my parents bought me a graphic tablet! But they have a discount for students, so instead of getting my small Bamboo Fun for $125, I got it for $106, which isn’t that bad of a deal. I didn’t bring my student card, so my father called one of his workers (a college student) to sign the guarantee stuff.
It’s surprisingly hard to control; but I guess with a little practice talent will come naturally.
First things first. I am your not-so-average high school student, Amanda K. My hobbies involve writing and drawing. Though ranting about things is starting not to be a mere stress relief.
I'm usually not that serious (I can be) and I'm not very sensitive most things (though once more, I can be). I'll either talk about the same basic principles or go on about my current thing. But not to worry; hopefully it'll be interesting, eh?
