I am a pig.
Teacher (T): "What do pigs do, children?"
Student 1: "Sleep!"
Student 2: "Eat!"
Student 3: "Sit all day infront of the TV and computer!"
Student 4: "Further eating!"
T: "Right, and what dont pigs do?"
Student 1,2,3,4: "Study during their Study Leave!"
T: "And their most destructive habit that they know they'll regret one day?"
Student 1,2,3,4: "Procastinate."
I am a pig.
***
Have been coming to school everyday for the last week with hope to study. Hung out in the library, had meetings with various teachers, all unique experiences.
Maths.
1 question explained. Mind wandering what to eat later today. Another question explained. Joked about the teacher's sexy round abs. Part of the question explained. Begging him to stop after this one. 3 days, Done 4 questions in total.
English.
Attentive at first. Teacher explains this and this. I wrote on my notebook, pretty neat handwriting at first. Teacher explains this and this. Handwriting gone wild. Mind wandering here and there, looking at the clock and some students playing poker on the next couch. Teacher explains this and this.
Bahasa Indonesia.
Overall adequately attentive. Luckily Bahasa's the 1st tutor, mind's still fresh/focused?
Business.
Done today, as the school's closed (red date), meet with teacher at Starbucks. Ordered. Teacher explains. I write. Teacher explains. I write. Teacher explains. I sip. Teacher explains. I finished my Machiato.
Holy shit Im so freakin unproductive.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Arent We All?
Have you ever heard of the term 'friends in need'?
Probably you have, or havent. I dont know. I suppose an intrepretation would suggest that a good friend is the ones who's there in need as oppose to only in good times.
But we tend to search for someone only when we need them, and treat them like garbage when we dont have anything important to do with them yet, until the day when we need them again. As in another intrepretation of the abose phrase: friends searched only when in need.
What do those friends do? They smile in understanding. "That's just human nature", said them. It's probably better to be looked for once in a while than not being acknowledged at all.
It is the belief that helped us go through every booty-call. But one day, alas God knows when, some of them got sick and tired of it to say "the hell with he/she" and moved on.
Do you like to be those accepting the booty calls? But who are we to comment. Some, or most of the times, we are the one who made that call, and someone on the other end's answering it.
Guess everybody's the same, whether or not they acknowledge it, whether they did it unconsciously, or deliberately. Its time for us to look within to know.
Probably you have, or havent. I dont know. I suppose an intrepretation would suggest that a good friend is the ones who's there in need as oppose to only in good times.
But we tend to search for someone only when we need them, and treat them like garbage when we dont have anything important to do with them yet, until the day when we need them again. As in another intrepretation of the abose phrase: friends searched only when in need.
What do those friends do? They smile in understanding. "That's just human nature", said them. It's probably better to be looked for once in a while than not being acknowledged at all.
It is the belief that helped us go through every booty-call. But one day, alas God knows when, some of them got sick and tired of it to say "the hell with he/she" and moved on.
Do you like to be those accepting the booty calls? But who are we to comment. Some, or most of the times, we are the one who made that call, and someone on the other end's answering it.
Guess everybody's the same, whether or not they acknowledge it, whether they did it unconsciously, or deliberately. Its time for us to look within to know.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Last Day of School
Today is officially the end of my school days. This morning is the last time I will ever have to wake up that early, each and every dreadful morning for this past 2 and half years. This morning will be the last time of me coming to school 1hr late and getting After School Devotion for being late.
Tomorrow onwards I will stay home for 1 and half week for my Study Leave before attending school again for my HSC Exam in 18th of Oct.
I cant believe I wont be coming late ever again to school to find myself entering the weirdest class I have ever joined: my precious 12-4 (now 12-3 after the merger). The class where Michelle cut my hair during Maths. Where Michelle gave Michael a facial at the back of the class. The class where we passed magazines during lesson esp Maths. The class where we learnt together in the past 6 months. The class that I've grown attatched to.
Eventhough I may be coming back next year to attend the UAN class to wait for my univ's intake in Sept, I know that nothing will ever be the same.
Like what Audilia wrote, graduation is indeed only 1 step ahead, before we scatter all around the world to unknown years apart.
Tomorrow onwards I will stay home for 1 and half week for my Study Leave before attending school again for my HSC Exam in 18th of Oct.
I cant believe I wont be coming late ever again to school to find myself entering the weirdest class I have ever joined: my precious 12-4 (now 12-3 after the merger). The class where Michelle cut my hair during Maths. Where Michelle gave Michael a facial at the back of the class. The class where we passed magazines during lesson esp Maths. The class where we learnt together in the past 6 months. The class that I've grown attatched to.
Eventhough I may be coming back next year to attend the UAN class to wait for my univ's intake in Sept, I know that nothing will ever be the same.
Like what Audilia wrote, graduation is indeed only 1 step ahead, before we scatter all around the world to unknown years apart.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Prayer Meeting
We were excused from 3 periods after Lunch time to attend our last Yr 12 Prayer Meeting conducted by Yr 12 teachers. This meeting is basically a routine that's there each and every year, a meeting where we sat as a year group and listen to some teachers and students pray for our upcoming HSC, our parental support for the HSC, a condusive environment either in school or in our country for our HSC, our future etc etc.
By (almost) the end of the sermon, we had Principal's Message, a sharing given by the principal of our school. She talked about how a night she was turning on her computer to print off some documents while reading the newspaper. There, she read about Kenji Nagai, a Japanese reporter who was shot to death when reporting in Myanmar (the actual article here). As soon as she finished reading this, she leaned across the table to get some used paper to print the documents. And you know what she found there? Her daughter's Curriculum Vitae (CV) when she applied for an internship at the Jakarta Post last June.
She read the CV for us. Her daughter (Jenna) was a passionate believer in words, she believes that words can change people. Her love for journalism developed slowly, but steady.
"I live side by side with poverty in this country. I understand it. When I was in high school, I used to go to kampongs to talk with the people, and write something about it, to be distributed to others around me. I know this is slow, but I believe that words can make a difference."
Her mom (the principal herself) was near to tears as she read the lines to us.
"I believe in my country," she wrote.
Jenna is now in Japan, pursuing further education in journalism. The reason her mom was so near to tears is because she believes that this coincidence (reading an article about Kenji and Jenna's CV) is God trying to tell her something.
She was overcome with emotion, that one day, alas, her daughter might be Kenji. And she'll be in the same position as Kenji's mom now. She knows that her daughter is passionate about this, and she might put her life on the second place as she pursues her story. The whole room is silent.
And deep inside me, there's this respect growing for Jenna, a girl whom I have never even met before in my life. She had a purpose, her life might be meaningful limited to those around her, but someday as she fulfills her purpose, I believe that she will touch much more, strangers like me who have never met her.
You can make a meaning out of your life. But to have a purpose, you'll have to listen deep into your heart.
By (almost) the end of the sermon, we had Principal's Message, a sharing given by the principal of our school. She talked about how a night she was turning on her computer to print off some documents while reading the newspaper. There, she read about Kenji Nagai, a Japanese reporter who was shot to death when reporting in Myanmar (the actual article here). As soon as she finished reading this, she leaned across the table to get some used paper to print the documents. And you know what she found there? Her daughter's Curriculum Vitae (CV) when she applied for an internship at the Jakarta Post last June.
She read the CV for us. Her daughter (Jenna) was a passionate believer in words, she believes that words can change people. Her love for journalism developed slowly, but steady.
"I live side by side with poverty in this country. I understand it. When I was in high school, I used to go to kampongs to talk with the people, and write something about it, to be distributed to others around me. I know this is slow, but I believe that words can make a difference."
Her mom (the principal herself) was near to tears as she read the lines to us.
"I believe in my country," she wrote.
Jenna is now in Japan, pursuing further education in journalism. The reason her mom was so near to tears is because she believes that this coincidence (reading an article about Kenji and Jenna's CV) is God trying to tell her something.
She was overcome with emotion, that one day, alas, her daughter might be Kenji. And she'll be in the same position as Kenji's mom now. She knows that her daughter is passionate about this, and she might put her life on the second place as she pursues her story. The whole room is silent.
And deep inside me, there's this respect growing for Jenna, a girl whom I have never even met before in my life. She had a purpose, her life might be meaningful limited to those around her, but someday as she fulfills her purpose, I believe that she will touch much more, strangers like me who have never met her.
You can make a meaning out of your life. But to have a purpose, you'll have to listen deep into your heart.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Dad Learns to Type
After dinner tonight, Dad asked me to check whether my sisters and brother are online. So I took the stairs up, turned on my Messenger. Apparently everyone is online tonight. So I ran back down to tell him the news, and he decided to go up to my laptop to talk to them.
At first he put on his reading glasses and read our conversation as I type in everything that he says to them. Then he asked how this thing worked, and I ended up teaching him to type using a laptop.
It was heart-warming, seeing him struggling to press each words to form letters and phrases which are then sent as I pressed 'Enter'. I can tell he's concentrating real hard as he tries to find the word that he's looking for, scanning the keyboard continually to find different words, all with one hand. Then my sister replied, and he sat there, reading her reply, realizing that his reply doesnt suit her reply now, and asked me to erase it for him to type a whole new reply.
Awww.
The effort he put into communicating with his offsprings.
At first he put on his reading glasses and read our conversation as I type in everything that he says to them. Then he asked how this thing worked, and I ended up teaching him to type using a laptop.
It was heart-warming, seeing him struggling to press each words to form letters and phrases which are then sent as I pressed 'Enter'. I can tell he's concentrating real hard as he tries to find the word that he's looking for, scanning the keyboard continually to find different words, all with one hand. Then my sister replied, and he sat there, reading her reply, realizing that his reply doesnt suit her reply now, and asked me to erase it for him to type a whole new reply.
Awww.
The effort he put into communicating with his offsprings.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Farewell Chapel
We had our Year 12 Farewell Chapel this morning. Our last Chapel together after 2.5 years of attending it every Thursday morning, a routine that we might find a relief or even a burden to lose.
Next week would be our last week going to school; then we'll have a 2-weeks 'Study Leave' where we (according to the Australian curriculum) are excused not to attend school but may come to school to seek enlightment from respective teachers for our Final HSC, which will begin as of 18 October.
Ironically, going to school these days seemed to be a mundane task to accomplish. Learning Maths and Bahasa Indonesia was in my top not-to do list. Its like a plague students get, getting sick of attending school when they know how much they will miss it soon,
Very soon.
The prospect of the soon-ess is sureal. I cant believe everyone is going starting this December.
:( ---
By the way I cut my hair by myself yesterday. Eventhough I cannot and had never had any experience cutting hairs, nothing. The lesson to be learned? There are some things better left to the hands of hair-dressers. My hair looks retard.
Like my Maths.
Next week would be our last week going to school; then we'll have a 2-weeks 'Study Leave' where we (according to the Australian curriculum) are excused not to attend school but may come to school to seek enlightment from respective teachers for our Final HSC, which will begin as of 18 October.
Ironically, going to school these days seemed to be a mundane task to accomplish. Learning Maths and Bahasa Indonesia was in my top not-to do list. Its like a plague students get, getting sick of attending school when they know how much they will miss it soon,
Very soon.
The prospect of the soon-ess is sureal. I cant believe everyone is going starting this December.
:( ---
By the way I cut my hair by myself yesterday. Eventhough I cannot and had never had any experience cutting hairs, nothing. The lesson to be learned? There are some things better left to the hands of hair-dressers. My hair looks retard.
Like my Maths.
Monday, September 24, 2007
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Cute. Black haired. Adorable. Sexy. Big hearted. Visionary. Believer in destiny. Quick thinker. Super-hot in Fergie's videoclip. Perseverance. Cuddly. Sweet. Loving. Family guy. Selfless.Denica is falling, for Peter Petrelli.
Big HAHAs.
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