Bali in Pictures
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Bali Was Phenomenal
After a glorious 5 days, 4 nights farewell vacation to Bali, being back home is utterly dissapointing. Bali was so simple. You are taken care of by the tourguides. You get morning calls, you get food around the clock, you get supplied with basic medicines and all your needs in Bali is catered kindly.
I kinda miss the Balinese smell, the flowery smell you have going on around everywhere. Or the salty and warm smell you get whenever you're near a beach. Bali was so colorful it fells dull when you go home.
I got sunburnt. Became darker. Got skinnier. Fell down on a severe fever. Got a hangover. Was stung by a jellyfish(es?) when diving. Bruished my knee. Caught a wave.
But still, Bali was awesome.
It's the place where you can stay under the sun for a long time without feeling guilty, and got burnt eventhough you applied a spf 50 sunblock on your skin. It's where you can easily get out from the hotel at dawn with a girlfriend and a guy (who happens to be the tourleader) to call a cab and went down for a couple of drinks. It's where everyone is smiling at you and you can smile back freely. It's where its OK for you to be who you are, regardless.
It's where you pretended not to be able to speak Indonesian when a stranger, shameless old fat prick asked you for a dance. It's where beautiful she-male whores asked where youre from. It's where its fine for you to be tipsy after a shot of tequila and a glass of cocktail. It's where you go to Mbargo with your friends, and flee to Bounty next door for a quick look.
It's where you can laugh at and with each other unburdened, because hell, highschool is over.
And now you're back home again. You finally realized the date after 5 days without time and date contraints. It's November 12th, 2007. Everything seems so final. In 4 days time we'll be having our graduation and prom night at once. That is, our final night together.
Right after farewell, the time when you finally talked and laughed with and get to know some of the people that you spent highschool with but never actually talked. Ironic isnt it, to be able to know how great someone is at the end.
Above all, Bali was an experience that provided an extensive soul searching. To acknowledge your wrongs and to make amends eventhough it is too late.
To stand by yourself in the water, eyes closed, ears focused on the sound of the waves, nose breathing in, out, slowly inhaling and exhaling the warm salty smell around you. And let the waves touch your thighs mildly, and even roughly at times. Then you open your eyes, and you see the equator, so glorious, untouched, unknown and free. At times like this, you are fortunate enough to get a glimpse of your future: unwritten.
To sit on a bench with a friend and talked. Talked without hiding anything. Talked without fearing of being judged. Talked and listened, cried on their shoulder with relief and grief of finally getting it out of your system. To realize that you are not alone, regardless.
We made a promise. Someday, I dont know when, 3, 5, or even 10 years later, when we are older and hopefully wiser, that we will get together once more in the island of the Gods sitting and reminiscing of these days to come.
I kinda miss the Balinese smell, the flowery smell you have going on around everywhere. Or the salty and warm smell you get whenever you're near a beach. Bali was so colorful it fells dull when you go home.
I got sunburnt. Became darker. Got skinnier. Fell down on a severe fever. Got a hangover. Was stung by a jellyfish(es?) when diving. Bruished my knee. Caught a wave.
But still, Bali was awesome.
It's the place where you can stay under the sun for a long time without feeling guilty, and got burnt eventhough you applied a spf 50 sunblock on your skin. It's where you can easily get out from the hotel at dawn with a girlfriend and a guy (who happens to be the tourleader) to call a cab and went down for a couple of drinks. It's where everyone is smiling at you and you can smile back freely. It's where its OK for you to be who you are, regardless.
It's where you pretended not to be able to speak Indonesian when a stranger, shameless old fat prick asked you for a dance. It's where beautiful she-male whores asked where youre from. It's where its fine for you to be tipsy after a shot of tequila and a glass of cocktail. It's where you go to Mbargo with your friends, and flee to Bounty next door for a quick look.
It's where you can laugh at and with each other unburdened, because hell, highschool is over.
And now you're back home again. You finally realized the date after 5 days without time and date contraints. It's November 12th, 2007. Everything seems so final. In 4 days time we'll be having our graduation and prom night at once. That is, our final night together.
Right after farewell, the time when you finally talked and laughed with and get to know some of the people that you spent highschool with but never actually talked. Ironic isnt it, to be able to know how great someone is at the end.
Above all, Bali was an experience that provided an extensive soul searching. To acknowledge your wrongs and to make amends eventhough it is too late.
To stand by yourself in the water, eyes closed, ears focused on the sound of the waves, nose breathing in, out, slowly inhaling and exhaling the warm salty smell around you. And let the waves touch your thighs mildly, and even roughly at times. Then you open your eyes, and you see the equator, so glorious, untouched, unknown and free. At times like this, you are fortunate enough to get a glimpse of your future: unwritten.
To sit on a bench with a friend and talked. Talked without hiding anything. Talked without fearing of being judged. Talked and listened, cried on their shoulder with relief and grief of finally getting it out of your system. To realize that you are not alone, regardless.
We made a promise. Someday, I dont know when, 3, 5, or even 10 years later, when we are older and hopefully wiser, that we will get together once more in the island of the Gods sitting and reminiscing of these days to come.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
And Life is Sweet Again
TODAY, MY HSC EXAMINATION IS OFFICIALLY OVER. OVER. OVER!
All I can say is, finally. After endless nights of procastinating and insomniac behaviour, my final examination is finally over. Done. Deal. All I have to do now is get this nagging curiousity of how I did for English and Economics until the marks are published later in December.
Shit December is a long wait indeed.
Seconds after we got out of the exam hall, life is sweet again. Everything seems so... Loose. Unburdened. Carefree. Its like seeing the world with much more color after weeks spent lurking at black and white texts for the exams.
Im leaving on a jetplane early in the morning tomorrow. For Bali. Bali. Bali. Bali. Bali. A 4 days, 3 nights of adventure and relaxation, laughter and parties with the whole Year 12. Oh God I cant wait.
After that? Go back home, take year pictures to be posted during the graduation ceremony. Then find prom dress. Then graduation ceremony itself. Later that same night, Prom.
Life is sweet. Life is sweet again indeed. It's even sweeter after the exams.
Cant wait for tomorrrrrwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
All I can say is, finally. After endless nights of procastinating and insomniac behaviour, my final examination is finally over. Done. Deal. All I have to do now is get this nagging curiousity of how I did for English and Economics until the marks are published later in December.
Shit December is a long wait indeed.
Seconds after we got out of the exam hall, life is sweet again. Everything seems so... Loose. Unburdened. Carefree. Its like seeing the world with much more color after weeks spent lurking at black and white texts for the exams.
Im leaving on a jetplane early in the morning tomorrow. For Bali. Bali. Bali. Bali. Bali. A 4 days, 3 nights of adventure and relaxation, laughter and parties with the whole Year 12. Oh God I cant wait.
After that? Go back home, take year pictures to be posted during the graduation ceremony. Then find prom dress. Then graduation ceremony itself. Later that same night, Prom.
Life is sweet. Life is sweet again indeed. It's even sweeter after the exams.
Cant wait for tomorrrrrwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Ribbonized
Added ribbons on the cheap-looking invitations, spent the whole night tying instead of studying for today's Maths. In the end failed to do Maths properly, unable to concentrate, mind bogging to god knows where. Which is pretty fine. Strange, have been trying to study Maths for the week before. Still no regret in failing to perform as good as I was in the lessons.
The other weird-er thing is: I actually quite enjoyed doing it in the first hour. But lost my concentration for the next 2 hours. Maybe Maths isnt so bad. If you know what to do.
The other weird-er thing is: I actually quite enjoyed doing it in the first hour. But lost my concentration for the next 2 hours. Maybe Maths isnt so bad. If you know what to do.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Prom Invitation
Shit Im so pissed. Prior to the deadline, we have to print the invitations without the dummy (the 1 piece to ensure the color is precisely what I designed). We had to postpone the printing because of some technicalities, and was extremely anxious about whether the invitation will come off on time (before Monday).
I had to resize and redesign the invitation twice for 2 days because of some petty technicalities that came up in the last minute, and the printing guys werent so accurate in determining which to revise in the first time.
Right now Im sitting with a dissapointed face. The printing was badly done, the invitation look... Cheap. Far, far away from what I expected it to be. They increased the opacity of the red cover because they're afraid if the printed the red like orange. And they ended up printing it too red, making the fonts too orange, and the whole thing just became a dissapointment (to me).
Well at least the prom itself is going to be great.
I hope?
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3 fav questions among girls with 2 more HSC exams coming up:
1. Have you found ur prom dress? Are you going to make it or buy it?
2. What type of dress are you going to be wearing? What color? How long?
3. Have yu studied for the HSC?
I had to resize and redesign the invitation twice for 2 days because of some petty technicalities that came up in the last minute, and the printing guys werent so accurate in determining which to revise in the first time.
Right now Im sitting with a dissapointed face. The printing was badly done, the invitation look... Cheap. Far, far away from what I expected it to be. They increased the opacity of the red cover because they're afraid if the printed the red like orange. And they ended up printing it too red, making the fonts too orange, and the whole thing just became a dissapointment (to me).
Well at least the prom itself is going to be great.
I hope?
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3 fav questions among girls with 2 more HSC exams coming up:
1. Have you found ur prom dress? Are you going to make it or buy it?
2. What type of dress are you going to be wearing? What color? How long?
3. Have yu studied for the HSC?
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Between HSC Exams
Done 3 HSC Exams: Indonesian Background Speakers, English as a Second Language and Business Studies. 2 more to go; Maths next Monday and Economics on 6 November. 1 week period in between for study (because in Australia, this 1 week is filled with other subject's exams that we do not get in our school, like Spanish and Drama and others).
Even until yesterday, when the supervisors were signing the proof-paper conerning our answer booklets and we were told to relax and face the front, I dont really get the idea of me doing the HSC. Of me doing the last exam in my highschool year.
Of me doing the exam that we've been preparing for 2 and a half year.
Of me doing the exam that will be a turning point that changes everything, no more shall I come to school to a class filled with 27 people, all eating and doing everything but studying, like usual, late. No more shall I come to school, go down with Michelle to grab a croissant during break time, eat and complaint with my beautiful bunch of friends during lunch.
No more will the teachers tell us to study for our HSC. It's here already. And I'm halfway to finish it.
As we waited for the supervisors to finish signing the whole papers, I looked to my question booklet.
Its written "HSC Examination 2007"
Not "HSC Examination 2006", or "HSC Examination 2005", or the other past papers that we've done along the way in preparation for this paper sitting nicely infront of me.
2 more to go. 2 more papers to complete to bade the others goodbye.
Everything is going to change, and we actually have to do a test to flip the page.
Even until yesterday, when the supervisors were signing the proof-paper conerning our answer booklets and we were told to relax and face the front, I dont really get the idea of me doing the HSC. Of me doing the last exam in my highschool year.
Of me doing the exam that we've been preparing for 2 and a half year.
Of me doing the exam that will be a turning point that changes everything, no more shall I come to school to a class filled with 27 people, all eating and doing everything but studying, like usual, late. No more shall I come to school, go down with Michelle to grab a croissant during break time, eat and complaint with my beautiful bunch of friends during lunch.
No more will the teachers tell us to study for our HSC. It's here already. And I'm halfway to finish it.
As we waited for the supervisors to finish signing the whole papers, I looked to my question booklet.
Its written "HSC Examination 2007"
Not "HSC Examination 2006", or "HSC Examination 2005", or the other past papers that we've done along the way in preparation for this paper sitting nicely infront of me.
2 more to go. 2 more papers to complete to bade the others goodbye.
Everything is going to change, and we actually have to do a test to flip the page.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
HSC And Others
Havent been doing much but trying, striving and struggling quite desperately to cram 15 prescribed texts in a day for Indonesian HSC last Thursday and doing the same for (fortunately) 3 poems, 1 film and 1 novel for Friday's English Paper 1. In conclusion, this is not a good way to start my HSC. Failure to concentrate and inability to write in the time constraint was not a very good indication of my result.
My parents are back finally from their 2 weeks vacation in Beijing with some friends.
I spent my Friday roaming the streets with Audilia in search for Eveline's house. Suceeded after 2 hours drive. Luckily I wasnt driving. I would literally die from the stress and panic of so much things to think through. Hence Friday went academically unproductive.
Yesterday parents took me and brother for dimsum. Then straight away I went to Starbucks to tutor Eveline and my mafia-friend for Monday's English Paper 2. From then, straight to Tony Roma's to attend Chrispian's birthday dinner, and ended up spenting the night at the nearest Coffee Bean. Home by midnight, legs dying from the heels worn throughout the night. Went to bed. Hence Saturday went academically unproductive.
In short, my weekend sucks (academically).
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To you (you know who yu are) who play out to be Mr Nice Guy at first but a prick in the end, Im sorry for not being able to play the role of who you wanted me to be. Im sorry I havent been replying ur SMS and IMs, its just you honey. You have your own issues, so leave me out of it. I dont want to be there anyway.
I dont think you have the right to post that as ur nickname because you're not a somebody in my life anyway. And puh-lease, keep your grammar adequate before you state something thats meant to another person in MSN :) it is kinda embarassing for you, you know.
My parents are back finally from their 2 weeks vacation in Beijing with some friends.
I spent my Friday roaming the streets with Audilia in search for Eveline's house. Suceeded after 2 hours drive. Luckily I wasnt driving. I would literally die from the stress and panic of so much things to think through. Hence Friday went academically unproductive.
Yesterday parents took me and brother for dimsum. Then straight away I went to Starbucks to tutor Eveline and my mafia-friend for Monday's English Paper 2. From then, straight to Tony Roma's to attend Chrispian's birthday dinner, and ended up spenting the night at the nearest Coffee Bean. Home by midnight, legs dying from the heels worn throughout the night. Went to bed. Hence Saturday went academically unproductive.
In short, my weekend sucks (academically).
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To you (you know who yu are) who play out to be Mr Nice Guy at first but a prick in the end, Im sorry for not being able to play the role of who you wanted me to be. Im sorry I havent been replying ur SMS and IMs, its just you honey. You have your own issues, so leave me out of it. I dont want to be there anyway.
I dont think you have the right to post that as ur nickname because you're not a somebody in my life anyway. And puh-lease, keep your grammar adequate before you state something thats meant to another person in MSN :) it is kinda embarassing for you, you know.
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